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August fools gust for a lust a thirst of just what truth is first “Mulder” is spooky but a pretty smart cookie “she called him Fox” but he didn’t lookie… greys the matter she types in batter and the fish he chipped is.way. ;)x ”...are you still laughing…?” Knight the Butler said the Chef A civilized relation of One do exist. This is the Time and it’s the Measure Means of One to Many a Treasure. Bird songs of the same feather weather storms of fright to light the heather and again, come the day we remember. Who we are. I got your number.Gentleman. ;) WO! you talkin’ to MOi? et.hmm… Was a Sumer of sixty eight and Mother said wait. So I did. Earthly measure stares around MY feet are a card in sound ”... the beat…” a gui.duck you ask? ”...2036 was the year in question…” and seconds later, I had the impression they mighta been speakin’ to me.

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Date: 12/2/2010 8:36:00 AM
nice wow! and awesome, enjoyed,..p.d.
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