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good god a gaggle of girls read the dispatch thrice; the hierarchical lines some straight and some dotted but all I know they got a genealogical baseball team femi-nine and maybe an NFL eleven when the twins get older (husbands and sons ride the motorcycle bench and back up if necessary, and good for musical accompaniment) ~oh yeah, for Medusa~ this megillah message team meant for  me to assauge my mother hubbard accusations  only partial reveals the player’s names: but if you google a gaggle of strong women you become informed there is a: Queens Esther, Miriam, an Eve, four matriarchal outfielders, Batsheva pitching and only Ruth, can catch her **** curveball in between an occasional poem gig whose costs are covered under the mental health clause of a health care plan but only in California   too cavalier, get it, you prefer this perhaps sinewed strength in arms that can carry three children at once, age is not a factual issue, for there is an army of women soldiers who are a troop contingent, everyone’s back is covered always-full stop- they curve like the Earth’s crust, magma formed strong and mineral rich, curved to better resist the comets the heavens cannot resist to send & test the mettle of a gaggle of stronger women sinewy arms entwined reenforced alas the grandpa must here resist and rest, lunch prep before Sgt. Stubby movie at noon, in reclining chairs they ride like wild horses and all our shushing noisier than their giggles just google a gaggle of strong kids, you’ll see what I mean in this, we do possess a giggle of expertise sunday 10:15am
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
good god a gaggle of girls
good god a gaggle of girls read the dispatch thrice; the hierarchical lines some straight and some dotted but all I know they got a genealogical baseball team femi-nine and maybe an NFL eleven when the twins get older (husbands and sons ride the motorcycle bench and back up if necessary, and good for musical accompaniment) ~oh yeah, for Medusa~ this megillah message team meant for  me to assauge my mother hubbard accusations  only partial reveals the player’s names: but if you google a gaggle of strong women you become informed there is a: Queens Esther, Miriam, an Eve, four matriarchal outfielders, Batsheva pitching and only Ruth, can catch her **** curveball in between an occasional poem gig whose costs are covered under the mental health clause of a health care plan but only in California   too cavalier, get it, you prefer this perhaps sinewed strength in arms that can carry three children at once, age is not a factual issue, for there is an army of women soldiers who are a troop contingent, everyone’s back is covered always-full stop- they curve like the Earth’s crust, magma formed strong and mineral rich, curved to better resist the comets the heavens cannot resist to send & test the mettle of a gaggle of stronger women sinewy arms entwined reenforced alas the grandpa must here resist and rest, lunch prep before Sgt. Stubby movie at noon, in reclining chairs they ride like wild horses and all our shushing noisier than their giggles just google a gaggle of strong kids, you’ll see what I mean in this, we do possess a giggle of expertise sunday 10:15am
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Authenticate, Assauge, Attest We never let it rest. Berate Beget defeat Yet does one not follow like sheep?   Cycles of Servile Sentiment, Does one Debate, Detest? Endure, Endow till End Never to Negate; its best Break this chain — its best To learn to be your best, It’s best
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Untitled
Contemplating marriage, Among other things. The thought of having someone beside me Whose completely, consistently, confidently By my side for the majority of the day Is exciting. Especially one such as myself, One whose mind is filled with consternation And an inability to assauge inaction. Something as simple as holding hands And introducing her to several of my favourite bands; Strolling along the sands, Traveling the world and all its lands. Boys around me complain at the thought of being cuffed, But I'd consider myself chuffed -- Seeing a mutual love that wasn't bluffed, Teasing her with little jokes as she huffed and puffed. Only having met you for several moments yesterday, The conversation having begun with something similar to a, "Hey." Your friend Jude seemed to keep you at bay, A bashfulness overcoming you, something you couldn't allay. If I may, You reminded me so much of Shae.
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Game of Tenderness