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In the motley woodland Little that'll understand. In four months Rye ripens. From squealing jigsaw Dust settles. Four carnations Nailed to the keel. Sixteen degrees. Africa is warmer. Sixteen erasers. Darker hair. In a freshwater lake Usual trout. In the March of the bulldozer April is heard.
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC
Motley woodland
In the motley woodland Little that'll understand. In four months Rye ripens. From squealing jigsaw Dust settles. Four carnations Nailed to the keel. Sixteen degrees. Africa is warmer. Sixteen erasers. Darker hair. In a freshwater lake Usual trout. In the March of the bulldozer April is heard.
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39/M/Balashikha
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC
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