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Re-Stock these Sausages as she suggests Thinking these satisfy your Energy Meal Yet your Counter - ensure your Dive corrects Was to bid Tension for skin's water heal Not that I expect you to boil an egg And serve with fromage to taste her Impress Bubbly-Cropped you are; This Clock takes to beg Early for the Finals on your Express That, sensing why we even entertain Confounded queries foreign to your Taste Yet, seeing her eyes, intact they remain Allowed this Poll to interpret in haste. And the Result - a Cheer heavily defined Though hollow in sense; Which you wouldn't mind.
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FOUR - TOM DALEY
Re-Stock these Sausages as she suggests Thinking these satisfy your Energy Meal Yet your Counter - ensure your Dive corrects Was to bid Tension for skin's water heal Not that I expect you to boil an egg And serve with fromage to taste her Impress Bubbly-Cropped you are; This Clock takes to beg Early for the Finals on your Express That, sensing why we even entertain Confounded queries foreign to your Taste Yet, seeing her eyes, intact they remain Allowed this Poll to interpret in haste. And the Result - a Cheer heavily defined Though hollow in sense; Which you wouldn't mind.
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
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