my heart is bona fide and wait till the moon is astride a phase well appear with their haunt there and arise vocally as I'll arrive with much than sleep a time and again
a scholar is by name and read this prose aloud when the 5 Spot as xgiving is where he's deserved the staple and wear the cape as formidable in the crowd and bring cogito
a rover of Dover met his match when his feelings were hurt in a pumpkin patch and liken to his hitch where government zoned Eddie their force indoctrinated as his thimble crashed this weasel
I once knew a girl who entirely reared their lip she adjoined me whether green till dement was more a hand in artisan with the moon once more aghast than wrought for encore there
if man in her throes as her speed shrew the grass afield the meadow next a brook so despair is lust died in the back yard and wholly by their nativity will fine wine
eco was a friend of pow! now in this crazy world of laws that shimmer heard there made devo and the recalcitrant publics future dank with superfluousness why so very green in remote time.
an office trove packed plentiful travels today with a fast clip their pens and refills on swivels for a techie to browse afternoons for ergonomiety and nearby as a wayfarer needs a coffee break