Wednesday

compose



Compose thy six hundreth mellow rose o Mona. As tacked in bed. She was Jill to her Jonah? well sell me back blow me over. Shiver me givers . Like any suffering fool hair backed to the breech end she was carried to her fill. A grave some mark at every tootle anny show. Come to her urination tower please! forks knives eagles nest. Scout. About. THis mouth of ridge. not knaved by her butt.