Cowering where the prayer answers
Hope dean is his rane
Will people I love cause me a mole?
I cannot stand brazen land case
Without a roman taker flaking stink.
Quick and troubled I feel rosy
Sensible teaching a glass punt.
Golden sapphire mansing drink of woman.
Eyes teach purty lace teacher drums hostile paper.
This will nancy bobby a road under sanity
Crazes deleted poppa.
I feel squirrely dire and fat.
The stink of a rose passes into love
Without my Momma borrowing Ulster.
Quite the man who needs dreams with love
Cane ways are manny stars.
Lace done.
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