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Aug 2011
Oh pasta wig!
My angel hair pasta hair blows in the wig.
Olay.


Sorbet.
Touch the slop.
With a drop.
Don't stop.
Clip clop.
Pitter patter tip top.
Goes the batter of all matter.

Toe mater
Cars 2, see it in theatres.
I have bronzen blazen brazen.
All amazen.
In the amazon.
White Lightning.
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   Johanna May
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