Mangling the mea culpa...
They hold you by the hand
All primed, proper, and prim,
Your excuses clad in egoism
Like children made to grin,
Your bondsmen of bail
When the mess turns byzantine.
They hold you by the hand
All primed, proper, and prim,
Your excuses clad in egoism
Like children made to grin,
Your bondsmen of bail
When the mess turns byzantine.
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