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paste!
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there's no tendency to flush the stylized bamboo slipstream
when occupied by dental distress. take two plush stamps.
take two lush clamps and applaude the camaro fairy.
stakes are: blush, lamps and applesauce, a narrow canary whispers.
"steaks are bluish" laughs another sloshed sparrow, can't even purr.
streaks are blah blah ugh, but on her shed, sparse and relevant sir.
elevators whirl like daisies slathered in butter instead of harsh patents.
The new patients sit forever with raisins inside of their spines.
Only a few attend it; to sever it raw is nary itemized in time.
Only to sew and mend it like a raw liver right from the dying.
Equate this! Nail this! Thumbtack sit. Good diet, great time lapse enchilada.
I guess I should sit here on this burning golden icy empty crate.
A guess could be, "hear on, hear on, a goddess cries but creates a few miles"
It seems like forever could come and beat on my brain for pennies an hour.
instead of wafting and coddling the big black dearth sign, go enlist in navy.
in bed, a raft sings and hurdles a twice baked deviled egg for shits and giggles.
misled, a craft stings the noodles twice, begs to digger, all shit flies into goggles.
google this: flaps tend to waggle in the cedar staked acreage.
hampion winner of professional proke.
little did you know a crate of burning raisins was stolen by several canaries.
galapagos thinnnner than the isotope of daisy.
belittle patience and forever severs your dead buttery time lapse.
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