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My Hat Is Off To Your Algorithm

Another unintentionally brilliant bit of spam dadaist poetry:

A few mirrors, and behind bubble bath) to arrive at a state of cup Where we can slyly borrow money from our vacuum cleaner. Unlike so many swamps who have made their radioactive bonbon to us.

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