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After Beck kin me in One Direction, and thence Upon meeting me (in am i am the walrus who also doubles up as mister kite - on windy days) Act Naturally Because Crying, Waiting, Hoping For No One in particular who will bring delight lite, like Good Day Sunshine prompting me to perform The Hippy Hip p Shake while Seals and Crofts dine with the late Jim Croce. When we r close and come together, I Want To Hold Your Hand, I Want To Tell You,  I'm Happy Just To Dance With You The Inner Light from your being guides this fool on the hill who needed to Get Back To The USSR boot my B52 combo Cars getup kept Stalin this Joe Schmoe as glanced up at passersby along Penny Lane. Lonesome Tears In My Eyes this Mother Nature's Son (a grown mwm),  Of Love, this modest no name brand Sun King (Elvis) at two score and nineteen Van Halen ZZTop Young Blood, who sweat his tears completing Orbitz in tandem with Earth, Wind And Fire (On A Three Dog Night) for...someone to call my Eleanor Rigby, He Jude, Honey Pie, et cetera. Friend this Marquis De Sade light skinned (caucasian) sated bloke, who (on green Sade Doors days) ambles along the boulevard of broken dreams axe sing (as a Petty Fuel doubting Tom please axe a Pink Foreigner or Devo tad Survivor (asper this Heart felt gun shy yet rosey guy) to board the pearl jam AC/DC powered Reo Speed wagon to Nirvana, particularly during a Black Sabbath. Although aye Faith No More (and doo to Bad Company abetting my bad Hair line),I seek a SoulAsylum, where Our wings could travel charged via a super duper AC/DC Def Leppard shaped device at the speed of a SoundGarden while playing in Marcie's Playground, we Nsync like a Led Zeppelin into the depths (comprising many a Puddle Of Mud) ideal for Rolling Stones unable to Journey intoAerospace amidst Talking Heads. If an absolute nyat, no, nada...sans the opportunity for us soar like Eagles (where Air Supply quite thin) then I (Joe Schmoe Money less), would like me Nickelback to purchase a ZZ Top hat to travel incognito like a Foreigner and Survivor of Earth, Wind and Fire maelstrom that turned his Motley Crue into a teenage wasteland of Indigo Girls. Tis best for this fool of a Meatloaf on the hill Envision himself to be a Killer Grateful Dead Talking Head    now lifeless per being terminally ill    tumbling while tweeting n twittering jill whose response an emphatic nyat, no nill to help carry my pail, which stung like a quill bryn mawr the place name along rail road still and quiet even for Lady Madonna    who might hear the blackbird song or a whippoorwill. Our Wings could travel at the speed of sound as we rise like a Led Zeppelin into the heights of Aerospace. If an absolute nyat, no, nada... the opportunity for us soar like Eagles then I (Joe Schmoe Money less), would like me Nickelback. best forU2 to text this fool on the hill tumbling while tweeting n twittering jill whose response an emphatic nyat, no nill to help carry my Nine Inch Nail, which stung like a quill bryn mawr former place name go win n One Direction (with me self as a former groupie of Traveling Wilbury's) rail road still   might hear the blackbird song or a whippoorwill. aye ham a non Blondie passenger, Who once didst aboard Jefferson Airplane property of one Joan Jet. This offer meant for U2 and haint no Cheap Trick nor available to another Super ***** boot a once in a lifetime Luvin Spoonful of one humungous Kiss. from -- juiced another beetle browed, civil chap, decent dude, genteel guy, eclectic edified egghead, a Foster Child with preference for Pearl Jam Goo Goo Dolls, who goes by the pseudonym of Arctic Monkey Beastie Boy.
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
i yam a loony tune
After Beck kin me in One Direction, and thence Upon meeting me (in am i am the walrus who also doubles up as mister kite - on windy days) Act Naturally Because Crying, Waiting, Hoping For No One in particular who will bring delight lite, like Good Day Sunshine prompting me to perform The Hippy Hip p Shake while Seals and Crofts dine with the late Jim Croce. When we r close and come together, I Want To Hold Your Hand, I Want To Tell You,  I'm Happy Just To Dance With You The Inner Light from your being guides this fool on the hill who needed to Get Back To The USSR boot my B52 combo Cars getup kept Stalin this Joe Schmoe as glanced up at passersby along Penny Lane. Lonesome Tears In My Eyes this Mother Nature's Son (a grown mwm),  Of Love, this modest no name brand Sun King (Elvis) at two score and nineteen Van Halen ZZTop Young Blood, who sweat his tears completing Orbitz in tandem with Earth, Wind And Fire (On A Three Dog Night) for...someone to call my Eleanor Rigby, He Jude, Honey Pie, et cetera. Friend this Marquis De Sade light skinned (caucasian) sated bloke, who (on green Sade Doors days) ambles along the boulevard of broken dreams axe sing (as a Petty Fuel doubting Tom please axe a Pink Foreigner or Devo tad Survivor (asper this Heart felt gun shy yet rosey guy) to board the pearl jam AC/DC powered Reo Speed wagon to Nirvana, particularly during a Black Sabbath. Although aye Faith No More (and doo to Bad Company abetting my bad Hair line),I seek a SoulAsylum, where Our wings could travel charged via a super duper AC/DC Def Leppard shaped device at the speed of a SoundGarden while playing in Marcie's Playground, we Nsync like a Led Zeppelin into the depths (comprising many a Puddle Of Mud) ideal for Rolling Stones unable to Journey intoAerospace amidst Talking Heads. If an absolute nyat, no, nada...sans the opportunity for us soar like Eagles (where Air Supply quite thin) then I (Joe Schmoe Money less), would like me Nickelback to purchase a ZZ Top hat to travel incognito like a Foreigner and Survivor of Earth, Wind and Fire maelstrom that turned his Motley Crue into a teenage wasteland of Indigo Girls. Tis best for this fool of a Meatloaf on the hill Envision himself to be a Killer Grateful Dead Talking Head    now lifeless per being terminally ill    tumbling while tweeting n twittering jill whose response an emphatic nyat, no nill to help carry my pail, which stung like a quill bryn mawr the place name along rail road still and quiet even for Lady Madonna    who might hear the blackbird song or a whippoorwill. Our Wings could travel at the speed of sound as we rise like a Led Zeppelin into the heights of Aerospace. If an absolute nyat, no, nada... the opportunity for us soar like Eagles then I (Joe Schmoe Money less), would like me Nickelback. best forU2 to text this fool on the hill tumbling while tweeting n twittering jill whose response an emphatic nyat, no nill to help carry my Nine Inch Nail, which stung like a quill bryn mawr former place name go win n One Direction (with me self as a former groupie of Traveling Wilbury's) rail road still   might hear the blackbird song or a whippoorwill. aye ham a non Blondie passenger, Who once didst aboard Jefferson Airplane property of one Joan Jet. This offer meant for U2 and haint no Cheap Trick nor available to another Super ***** boot a once in a lifetime Luvin Spoonful of one humungous Kiss. from -- juiced another beetle browed, civil chap, decent dude, genteel guy, eclectic edified egghead, a Foster Child with preference for Pearl Jam Goo Goo Dolls, who goes by the pseudonym of Arctic Monkey Beastie Boy.
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