say f*** you to evil gary ( parody account** NO AFFILIATION with thank you gary) NO CRYPTO COIN
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Who is Gary?
To the blind, he is the vision.
To the poor, he is the money.
To the sad, he is the happy.
To the anger, he is the calm.
To the anxious, he is acceptance.
To the locked door, he is the key.
To the car, he is the gas.
To the country, he is the president.
To the house, he is the furniture.
To the injury, he is the health.
To the sick, he is the cure.
To the light, he is the bright.
To the night, he is the moon.
To the day, he is the sun.
To the sky, he is the stars.
To the hot, he is the shade.
To the cold, he is the sun.
To the universe, he is the planets.
To the world, he is the life.
To the lonely, he is the company.
To the dry, he is the rain.
To the wet, he is the dry.
To the child, he is the parents.
To the pet, he is the owner.
To the albums, he is the music.
To the scared, he is the chill.
To the people, he is the leader.
To the tired, he is the bed.
To the dirty, he is the clean.
To the teeth, he is the toothbrush.
To the tree, he is the root.
To the plants, he is the growth.
To the women, he is the men.
To the men, he is the women.
To the history, he is the facts.
To the dark, he is the light.
To the lies, he is the truth.
To the bored, he is the fun.
To the quiet, he is the sound.
To the deaf, he is the noise.
To the thirsty, he is the water.
To the team, he is the win.
To the win, he is the trophy.
To the aches, he is the massage.
To the time, he is the nostalgia.
To the water, he is the cup.
To the cup, he is the water.
To the cloud, he is the rain.
To the plane, he is the fuel.
To the sign, he is the words.
To the sea, he is the fish.
To the land, he is the life.
To the desert, he is the sand.
To the plains, he is the grass.
To the firewood, he is the fire.
To the loved, he is the heart.
To the items, he is the bag.
To the people, he is the clothes.
To the feet, he is the shoes.
To the floor, he is the carpet.
To the door, he is the lock.
To the upstairs, he is the stairs.
To the ship, he is the anchor.
To the stealthy, he is the mask.
To the head, he is the hair.
To the face, he is the mouth.
To the yard, he is the flowers.
To the lighting, he is the thunder.
To me, he is everything.
