Monday

ring not matter

She pittance keeps a buttered ring remedying her of a narrow past. Fortune's dally and dingdong night. Leanring to please the And. She henceforth was buckled to her feet!

Like any randy embyrooyoooooooooooooooooo







You 'd not come between this daughter and her accent the tiny brogue over the sea splashing against the boat and the mussels and weeds and the shore not too far off ... that's Liverpool over there in the rising horizon through... the ... fog... it's called and after crushing the
combs between the black letters in the book...

of the feet....