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Oh why lazy unfocused your waist it's love, the cosmic labor with such tenderness a perfect strike you fix the horror on your face the slaughter supply no blood in this s divine preserving prime muscle Divid up your thy end in the height was an shelling linger I have devour all of you in time oh your heart Aunt Clap My love, my heart so grab a taste check away I'm still praying on the butcher's bang to snap this in you I want to get within you I want to never give you rigor mortis mole and melting but dear, you should be grateful that I won't waste a good meal and all my love precision cars and curse in real life Just got to see you I want to get within you I want to tissue but I'm fine the slaughter's on I love to see you coming down and setting spine Until I've got your play don't let go Grab a plate, have a taste Chuck away, don't watch and I'm still Rain on a bunch of Spain and all the slaughters My, my darling, get under the knife, you're broken right?
So grab a plate, have a taste, chuck away, don't watch and say I'm still praying on the butcher's bane.
they will never be as convenient as a free cup from the shop that you just chuck away when you're done.
We chuck away around 25 million slices of bread every day in the UK from our homes.