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Sacred airs on the morn, averse to fumes and din Reach for what helps bring all of sane; it came. Only one voice calling, far from tossing crumbs Mercy in tiny increments in the lap of assiduous babes. Lovely millimeters made the *** a replenished act If a staid soul needs break the pattern, surely that waltz's not lost..... Facile was of man's habit, a constant battle to evade The one looking such of sweetness, rather reeks a tainted rag.
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
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Sacred airs on the morn, averse to fumes and din Reach for what helps bring all of sane; it came. Only one voice calling, far from tossing crumbs Mercy in tiny increments in the lap of assiduous babes. Lovely millimeters made the *** a replenished act If a staid soul needs break the pattern, surely that waltz's not lost..... Facile was of man's habit, a constant battle to evade The one looking such of sweetness, rather reeks a tainted rag.
Lovely Milly, meter maid.... May I enquire discreetly When are you free to take some tea with me? Just a punny afterthought.
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
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