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One hundred years of conflict, was the lead up
To the man seeking the throne, from York was he
So he thought, “Of the kings blood, I shall fill my cup”
And so he started a war, that would be
Famous made by roses
Red and white of colours they were
Duke of York, should be king, he proposes
But the current king, simply calls him a cur
And the war is off for quite some time
Until only the women remain
As they simply forgot, of the men to maintain
And that was the end of the war of roses
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I know this one about a guy who becomes the prince of this town called Bel-Air...
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[spoiler]if young metro don’t trust u im gon shoot u[/spoiler] [spoiler][b]beautiful mornin[/b][/spoiler] Now if f I -blam!- this model and she just bleached her asshole and I get bleach on my T-shirt I’ma feel like an asshole
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Poetry appreciation bump