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Gosoon keep yr head straight. Feathered by mule and hog. If yer together yer not. Booted into exclaiming by the trundling turtle....a lyre reared up its western airs chapped along the hermetic sun pitches and lobs its fairwest pend~.
Tramping country lanes is best. That trombone ... those wax ears...
Full title ahead hidden Mona's belief. Bidden by the butterscotch troupe her loving gambit.
______________ Her feisty magic rabbit hat. Along the habit of love's gaudy.
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______________ Her feisty magic rabbit hat. Along the habit of love's gaudy.
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