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If I were stranded on a desert island I simply could not live Without the one song to rule them all: Space Jam. Slamming and jamming is my livelyhood When Jayski welcomes me to the jam
Abigail Rose blooms as she strides along- Her efflorescence is in lush language. When she spake, emeralds fall from her tongue- King Midas admires the foliage.
The kids are screaming and playing to the sounds of cars passing by. An airconditioner hums with an impeciple breath and the teachers shout the names of the children.   Again.
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