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Aug 2017
Shards of prisms fill the sky with a prime teriyaki taste.

Chirps sing threw the huge cloudy toothpaste.

Grin at the regional food we are happy with your rebate.

Did you get the memo or the new locate.

Your eye brows are grass colored and thick with out a slow pace.

Is your sandy hair ready too swim to the new island today
Written by
Timothy hill  Ny
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     Mack and Madeon
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