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My technoscribbles haven't all cachet; A mother hen on Friday farts an egg. Even a swill of parlance has a say When maple roadmaps varicose a leg. A skinnydipping nakedest remote Viewer that loons a dreaming skims a pond Fractals a nascent green and gleimous note Hanging athwart with someone's else's blonde. Take heart. The fish have lungs and breathe the air Of a new day when everyfish can *** With or without a whiff of underwear, Though salty tears are sweetest 'neath the sea. Milfs are a pack of pickleballing hots Playing to win a plate of tater tots. *
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Aug 3, 2024
Aug 3, 2024 at 7:18 PM UTC
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My technoscribbles haven't all cachet; A mother hen on Friday farts an egg. Even a swill of parlance has a say When maple roadmaps varicose a leg. A skinnydipping nakedest remote Viewer that loons a dreaming skims a pond Fractals a nascent green and gleimous note Hanging athwart with someone's else's blonde. Take heart. The fish have lungs and breathe the air Of a new day when everyfish can *** With or without a whiff of underwear, Though salty tears are sweetest 'neath the sea. Milfs are a pack of pickleballing hots Playing to win a plate of tater tots. *
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Aug 3, 2024 at 7:18 PM UTC
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