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Sep 2
When my poor head is wet, grandma is ***
Tacit engagement stractics
Crisping over the plains
Gloria

I’m no scented mentalist.
Scream and slide

Where did
It go
It is impossible
The fan
He makes
Too many good points

I have a visitor with a golden eye
Standing in the street
Open to anything
Such as:
Drifting white on the millsap sockways

Tempted by the crew of another

Oh so you’re the seventh advanced skeleton now?
Clorder:Title
Titke

There’s a buidle
Dancing around with the same colored eagle

Take it off
With a chance
To the world
Esta
blish
trust

a) white inside
b) dead inside

You look like you should be short but when you stand up you are going to be really tall. I am the opposite.
Lose the grass in your bones and be here tomorrow
Vandal vandal candle future
Written by
Trout  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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