Month: December 2020

Tenth order triumph coolant vibes hell urban

Future brink water freedom quality kingdom

Treehouse creature bullion average greasing

Power potato render quietly womb scree lunch

Home collision eel smart pity party Yahtzee at

Ride the hippo to the typo squeeze the TP

Dreams of cranky toucans on vacation in

Tripoli only eggplants sue for happy kneel

Scrawl tubby neat squeak seat wander wheat

Meal Crete metal reap rip mood plop feet old

Swam filial dole venom beat love seep offal

Fever beep millennium bead heap wool off

Fuel goose bleed serotonin swap twerp ooze

Zoom manner seedlings sweet peep saber eat

Nape eerie menial Judd walking woke Ebro

Coffee style rain due crown embellish rude

Cruise envelop quiz melee sweet bootleg idle

Very feeling duel toward calamity frozen odd

Rifle wander quality total syrup boost helium

Treble quaff seems solo meek molded squawk

Jumping down, I catch a clown,

Jumping all around.

My laundry list is full

Of cows and pigs and

Cosmopolitan issues.

Find a frown in a peaceful treaty,

A peaceful war, a peaceful hanky.

Close the door on a mighty lefty,

A cudgel friendly, a sifting bough.

Watch the TV, see a mouse run,

Down the hall, and into pizza.

Look at me, I’m a free bird.

Climb a tree, sing a melody.

Walk in circles, follow unanimously.

Run the race, a merry go round.

Stop in to see the sprinkler funny.

Wash your car and cover the town.

Listen to the cymbal crash in your ear.

That’s a merry lady!

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Walking away from oceans of taxicabs, that is my gift. Quickly, you swim under the igloo and tell a ghost story to the elders. Such a boon, a curse for a second, a barrel of mustard on your foot. The slipper surfs up. Weeding warps my lips. Raucous round eel excavation triumphs.

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