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What a nice name for a bird. I bought a bird. Tuesday mornings seem to fly away now. Thursdays often nest in my eyebrows and every second Sunday I could find reason to sing. The bird took my soul. and flew away with my money. I should have never bought a bird. Feathers **** Next month I shall buy a dog, or perhaps a horse, maybe even an armadillo. But the dog will run, the horse will trot, and the armadillo will roll; All away. Pets **** Next year I shall find a wife, and the the month before a band of pearl, but what If I should run away? what if I would ****
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
Ana sophia robertson geraldo-mack'ntire
What a nice name for a bird. I bought a bird. Tuesday mornings seem to fly away now. Thursdays often nest in my eyebrows and every second Sunday I could find reason to sing. The bird took my soul. and flew away with my money. I should have never bought a bird. Feathers **** Next month I shall buy a dog, or perhaps a horse, maybe even an armadillo. But the dog will run, the horse will trot, and the armadillo will roll; All away. Pets **** Next year I shall find a wife, and the the month before a band of pearl, but what If I should run away? what if I would ****
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
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