Thursday

in this way





In this way sobriety burns a fire of love. Shaman to the deluxe desire of its spare parts. Knocking on the wood knocking back.
Trampin' the lane. She's eversent her mackerel soup. Does this bet its name on foreign aspects? Its return is news as the cycle winds up. And the roup breath .... Mona resting her case. Her valise set down on yearn day and conviction is the fostering lair and fun work.



Strife dear girl, is the name of the gamut. O adversity as the fair grounds fill, andthe hurly burly ones stamp their heels. Or heels are bending in shapes no one's hearing.