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to meet the goddess *****

State style socks *** Bettie-Bob watch

fat Castor capture the sense of the value

of football, running behind the stupid

foreigner only a miserable Shadow costumes

ignorance & especially *****                          to meet the goddess *****

Cyrene what else went on in ***** warm-up  

jackets morning rain Dawn however,

Jesus Christ is visible in the right half stand

began to film enough time to die,

a courtesan movement holy age inspect the shore

of the St Clare man on the street w/ people

& give tie plural mountains propaganda dreams

thanks to the painting volume of Gallic monastic

habit pattern of Asia; Public style socks *** Bettie

Bob watch fat Castor capture the sense of the price

of football, running behind a stupid foreigner

only desert Frank costumes ignorance

of the most sediment to meet the goddess

beat Cyrene what else went on in *****

warm-up jackets morning rain

truth of Jesus Christ Dawn visible to the right stand began half a film

once to die wide enough for the motion courtesan

age surprised to inspect the shore

of the Jewish St. Clare, the man in the street

plural tithed for men & pay

from the mountains propaganda dreams,       thanks to the painting volume

                               because of the Gallic monastic

dress scheme of the province of Asia,  it came to pass

in the open is to say,                     I will not remember

a part of the responsibility of the sheaths

of the fate of the few he has,                             indeed,

out of the mountains,                the queen,                                

& the adulterous look

from her in the midst,                                      that he thinks of the skin-free.

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