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Hello tree people, kings, figs and newts, We delight inexplicably, mice and toads! Under loud moons that wreak of pools, Before greasy footsteps into knights and lions. And loudly dwindles the extreme crown pig, The reality hardship of all sun and crowd. Forgotten mishap rulers that apply inch worms, And a staff of quails, jesters, and pawns. Sence to sentances, prison rain druming, squeeks. Filthy boring evaporating with kangaroo shorts, Cut half tall.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Sentences And Pointless Mumbles
Hello tree people, kings, figs and newts, We delight inexplicably, mice and toads! Under loud moons that wreak of pools, Before greasy footsteps into knights and lions. And loudly dwindles the extreme crown pig, The reality hardship of all sun and crowd. Forgotten mishap rulers that apply inch worms, And a staff of quails, jesters, and pawns. Sence to sentances, prison rain druming, squeeks. Filthy boring evaporating with kangaroo shorts, Cut half tall.
alan-s-bailey
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
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