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guns as romantic hand fill if every time before sabre.. then a rock before we hid today lily pontificate not.. take us back to the virginal earth cooling.. brings back with a bump too many guns..tooo many if i had a purple cherry for every gun shot on television.. what a pathetic metaphor still,to be fair i killed a blackbird once with an air gun.. and i have been plagued by them ever since so what happens if you **** a man.. some are quiet ok and others not brilliant and that illustrates how different are we lily.. i shot a song bird this has scarred me is it time for the caves i would not if on a saturday night or  in the dark open country surely well all be sorry by first light..
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
guns as romantic
guns as romantic hand fill if every time before sabre.. then a rock before we hid today lily pontificate not.. take us back to the virginal earth cooling.. brings back with a bump too many guns..tooo many if i had a purple cherry for every gun shot on television.. what a pathetic metaphor still,to be fair i killed a blackbird once with an air gun.. and i have been plagued by them ever since so what happens if you **** a man.. some are quiet ok and others not brilliant and that illustrates how different are we lily.. i shot a song bird this has scarred me is it time for the caves i would not if on a saturday night or  in the dark open country surely well all be sorry by first light..
thankyou to matter..
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
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