JIll  "I'm talking about the start at the page turns you know, but its more lonesome when you're not  here holding my waist"

Mona " What I say is its' the whistle in the loneliness of height keeps me here held fore the night at its peak wealth"  Jill purrs as  a cat in cold heat. Franny's got the gif spoon soup wrapped already . its figtree rhyme with the end of xmas  in the capital world .

   we dont listen no more to hysteric s in foets   | there's wars galore .