I, no, sleep, at, all...#$& 7's n 9's its where its @. Keep your bank statements neat, you know, she's keeping score. I wish the highscore belonged to all but for now I want out of the race, to all good luck.
Do I write for her, me, it or you? The mouth it moves and laughs because I never knew it anyhow and it knows.
My dream job is to be a Pope of Everything that Doesn't Matter.
Please, defy it.
Red Layla, is my only sweet lady. Let me tell you about her.
4 pinkish lines rest on one of the Dylan's. Dont worry my rainbow nose is good manners,
in the low eyed country. Who knew you can have so much fun with a plastic card in the still of the night.
And now me, he, she and us, we must go. I'm late for my mind's matinee puppet show.
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