Yea, the daunting superflous
reading clovers for
mercy and occursus truss.
Any of the subject
almost lossing sybolic
treasure. Flights of
bumble bees in a
memoir to the unjustified
prattle. Each
every, to and from
has little to no forthright
luster. A tremble with out
fever sick. A hot spell noted
by the chills. Warm coolaide
at 99 degrees in the shade.
Probably a groin pull in the
cerebellum to a feminine mystic.
Aponeurisis for a political satire
written in vetos, between the
colors of the rainbow.
Just plain old tired of the
savant, quixic, modern
prancing. Dedicating a
spell to the matter of quantum
relics. Like a choke hold
on a full figured transparency.
To much sale for the sailors
that had married the Titanic.
Probably mustard on pickles
like gypies due lovers.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Yea, the daunting superflous
reading clovers for
mercy and occursus truss.
Any of the subject
almost lossing sybolic
treasure. Flights of
bumble bees in a
memoir to the unjustified
prattle. Each
every, to and from
has little to no forthright
luster. A tremble with out
fever sick. A hot spell noted
by the chills. Warm coolaide
at 99 degrees in the shade.
Probably a groin pull in the
cerebellum to a feminine mystic.
Aponeurisis for a political satire
written in vetos, between the
colors of the rainbow.
Just plain old tired of the
savant, quixic, modern
prancing. Dedicating a
spell to the matter of quantum
relics. Like a choke hold
on a full figured transparency.
To much sale for the sailors
that had married the Titanic.
Probably mustard on pickles
like gypies due lovers.
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