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Anonymous ID: fa977c April 10, 2019, 3:44 a.m. No.6118991   🗄️.is 🔗kun

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WW Morning Prayers, DARK to LIGHT, WRWY, Never Forget unKnown Patriots!

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tyQ frens, hold the line.

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TWATr Q+ Q_uote:

"… Some things never end, but hopefully it will all go well for everyone.

Only time will tell!"

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) April 9, 2019

9 Apr 2019 - 8:33:09 AM <the REAL WATCHmen, Clockfags o7!

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>>6118592, >>6118604 /lb <LOVE them Horses, showem mauch<3

 

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TWATr Q+

"… Border! If no action, Border, or large sections of Border, will close.

This is a National Emergency!"

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) 3 Apr 2019 - 9:45:03 AM

^^^^^BORDER, BORDER, BORDER!^^^^^ {is mauch like 3x MAY-DAY!}

Anonymous ID: fa977c April 10, 2019, 4:06 a.m. No.6119118   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9139

>>6119034 lyrics:

 

They came marchin down the street in robes,

In the spirit of Spanish Inquisition.

Guitars and trombones,

Mechanical monkeys make good musicians.

 

Streets urchins, the smugglers and dingos,

dead languages and living man lingos.

Put the relics of the saint in a glass box

and march him around the block.

 

Hangin on the words of a madman,

Islands in the abyss, No use for the poet,

when the hopeless seek no bliss.

 

Mason jars of petroleum,

You know those kids don't play,

And should you ever get ahold of them,

I'll tell you exactly what they say:

"Time we told you son about the family curse"

And when they opened up the diary to gain an explanation,

They find only terminal verse.

 

Hangin on the words of a madman,

Islands in the abyss,

No use for the poet,

when the hopeless seek no bliss.

 

X-ray visions, Eye in the sky,

the naked being led by the blind

So Bottoms up, Socrates.

Hemloc straight up Goes down easy

 

Hangin on the words of a madman,

Islands in the abyss, No use for the poet,

when the hopeless seek no bliss.

 

X-ray visions, Eye in the sky,

the naked being led by the blind

So Bottoms up, Socrates.

Hemlock tastes like ripple wine

 

X-ray visions, Eye in the sky,

the naked being led by the blind

So Bottoms up, Socrates.

Hemlock straight

up Goes down easy