daylight drear is about to smear its shear vastness onto me out of fear causing me to  fancy that i seem a little queer when i cheer without a leer so sincere it could cause a tear so near to the new year with my fellow peers who bought their gifts at sears. 30% off.
we learned fast from all those days past how to make the little things last cause being chaste didn't stop him from raising a mast in those early morning shadows cast. even grown men have *** dreams.
now they rise at dawn like a poor little faun who could have gone to pawn a thumb of a *** instead of go and con a con man named stan who was too tan and without a fan who woke late to find a ***** pan and could longer say yes I can within such a short span. Franklin could have been right.
As I listened to cher i saw a bear with no hair but he didn't seem to mind so I didn't seem to care for i was going to the fair good thing i bought nair to handle all that should be bare when I share my pear stolen from the mare who would only stare at the **** hair who turned out to be too slow and failed his dare.I've heard of boys who want to look good too.
now I have a light for each new night I get a small sight of the handsome man within the mirror who was bright from many years aflight kind of like a kite just with a little more might and with out such fright as the blight where you have to put up some sort of fight which is no good at such a height where things get a little tight alright. so back off a bit.
She was a ten okay ben did you put the baby in the pen don't worry about the hen she'll be fine with all those men. One of their names is, bob, from accounting.