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Jamearrowsonmormonbreadlongfellow

Jamearrowsonmormonbreadlongfellow Jamearrowsonmormonbreadlongfellow 132 CharlaXFabels Copy and Past Like a Euro dollar or even Canadian Money there must be a way to save lost sentences the web pages erased with restarts and hastes to find them again in the World Wide Web so many people are learning to master the art of the internet. Eye like to copy and past most anyold things pictures of dandelions seeds and poems. Reminisces of grace. Restated problems. Restarted boredom. Sometimes the mouse clicks and then doubles the problems begin when the green SQUARES start crawling the lag monster eating the web page is seen as a physical thing. The length of a title box grabs my attention this is the message not hidden in my fabel when the number of characters was limited eye used to copy and past the whole fabel then past it in the title box and there was the title. The woman was Filicia she was making her last name too long with circles and arrows and clicks sounding like beetles it looked something like this Jamearrowsonmormonbreadlongfellow so she called all her markers inn she went to the Yahoo offices and stayed in California until they lengthened all the TITLE boxes on the internet so she could copy and past her namme inn them. Now when the fabulist CharlaX copies his fables and past them in the title boxes the whole dang fabel is pasted in the boxes and HE losses a lot of time in erasing the crinkle paper then going back in the boxes and adding the title to fabel again what a chore no small thing to do depending on the length of the fabel so true some are short some are long but they all have to do to make children to smile and old women to weep to make young men to sleep and old men to smile. GOD bless ewe Filicia Jamearrowsonmormonbreadlongfellow.

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