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Ay! Chill with the accusation. I been hatin these commerations and statutory enfatuations. Please forgive me, I have lost my appetite. For words and colors and turns of phrase that bite the nerves and remove the sense of immidiate viscinity I need to get a towel. Sure some of that may not make much sense but it's not the thought that counts it's how much you recompense. Gitty gitty bang bang shot a lotta trees, chop em down, grease em up and mark it with a p, then open up that oven and throw the baby into me. Stop. Don't judge. I can not be responsible for this color coded fugde, besides I like taffy. Some dis shit don't rhym and some don't make no sense, but it's not the thought that counts it's how much you recompense.