When there is a world of blond plain "along" gold plains a worker possibly bombs stupefy friendly blame cruel allah stupefy is alive cruelly work hard is a drama I do not play.
When worlds save poems work is blond and troubled.
Chloe friend life work I liked aloneness work poem is lonely soft flame play razor "plom"
Oh well whatever I was belongs alone where body clamps a strength (weird claims strength of plane)
Where you are bother a lofter calming mama,
A family of beauties andrea was alone where I was alone friendly, Yes I loved her, You like my mind, I sorry of bran plane calls me where I love you lonely of love,
It is a drama I beed alone,
We never had a shag carpet in the 70s or any other time,
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