Monday

For the young woman's love ... she's given everything...


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Jill's fforgoten the word, its the crayon park
and the fawn teardrops pink as any ray on sunset. Her mauve pastime is peppered with salt and corneded hoovers, double doubts and mixed blessings. Thank goodness for the things she don't have, hmmm hustles the hirsute folly of the 19th century reflective wind.

Dont bat an eye ! speaking to the crowd
Like a herd of buffalo, stattionary movement,
immaence as the folk love to live.
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___________________________________ Switch your route tinker with the kind route, the bear capsizing the routine structures ....