Fighting Hitler for Nazis

I like my salute with
red pants and gorgeous
consequence bonded
to Language by fair
elder of the king. I am that
explicit as a
fortress in the pants of
just this second. I am
socks for the feast in
readiness, perfect for that
fraction. I am ready
to interpret how longer time
goes crazy, like plaid down
payment, after patience and
underpants. I am immediate
fudge tilling, moving moment of
letters all around.

After all
Language is
the same,
like you and not me.

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