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why all the banality with rhyme for a mere cushion fight? me too! me too! i too a teenage                           prima donna                               having a stab at it! leopard skin prints on pyjamas...         yuck... wait for boxing day... shop till you drop bah bah baby...               and that toddler of yours will be ready as a Madame Tussauds mannequin replica - the sound ginger without grammatical rubric said via gritted teeth - gee 'n' gherkin! and no, it's not a Nabokov fancy... had one though with a gay Canadian drinking wine, eating cheese and baguette at sunset by the Eiffel toodle-loo...                                                           nice... tulips                                                     on your grave;                               a very Dutch funeral - halfway submerged given the Himalayas.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
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why all the banality with rhyme for a mere cushion fight? me too! me too! i too a teenage                           prima donna                               having a stab at it! leopard skin prints on pyjamas...         yuck... wait for boxing day... shop till you drop bah bah baby...               and that toddler of yours will be ready as a Madame Tussauds mannequin replica - the sound ginger without grammatical rubric said via gritted teeth - gee 'n' gherkin! and no, it's not a Nabokov fancy... had one though with a gay Canadian drinking wine, eating cheese and baguette at sunset by the Eiffel toodle-loo...                                                           nice... tulips                                                     on your grave;                               a very Dutch funeral - halfway submerged given the Himalayas.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
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