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All Unto Us::All of his stress. Fall unto you in distress. You let out... Unto us everytime you go about. Nothing thy happen can be good. It has to always begin a fued. You let out Unto us everytime you go about. He gets some and then the rest is Unto us. You let out in fuss... Everything Unto us... Never grateful for anything and take out all your stress... Except Unto us you undress. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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