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Aisle Of Lane Quit Jah

What foes or friends do we perceive when we connect by chance conceived?

 

Would you care to explain how this is my fault?

 

Pray tell tis Joseph come to his census.

Come nigh so late to what truth evinces.

 

Four heed own Lay won knot thin kit sis...

 

Prays got a buff!

Fine uh Lee…

 

Coarse sit duhs pour ten dove baa doe mens.

Naughty ville purse say! Oar eve in dud ark Om end...

 

Shell Ira Bjorn ease? Orb headers till yore effete?

 

Ike ant aft tub Abe eave oar yew yen owe...

 

Wall oh win knit.

Gore Ida head.

 

Yuck use amoeba *** is hint umm eye fall tis zit?

Yuck cues amoeba ditz nada tall mite urn toot ache tub lame.

 

Bub I...

Hope Joe Ill step pup two wit all

Irie lay trill lee dew

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lightbulb-martin
American
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Aug 13, 2014
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