Dill
Oesophagus is an appetite yet is it appropriate? Well in some cases it is merely only a handful of peanuts that shroud an already crowded melon. But what of force in a nation of static? Oh no. Apparently not. That is far too emblematic you see. And emblems are depicted in a dungeon. Dingy dogmatic dramas digging delving drawing devilish demonic drains. And the cry from a ten ton wallaby will never be heard with all the banging and crashing from an allucid spit. Well crust then. No that is pivotal. An erectile projectile of sanctification in a moronic acidic hit. What drives you? It is not a car? Nor a bus. It is integral. And important. Fantastic is the Deluxe dancing dandelion department whose offerings are prevalent in a midday swish. But midway in a hallway is neither a big blessing or a small curse. Ingest not a pickling paedophile prostrating pratagonistic pallid paleontologist. For it is a very large canopy that vaporises a can of beans or peas. And leopards won't fit in a pan and neither will a spotty flower. And a mild mildew sings but not like la la la nor I I I it is in a boldness that a reason dwells. Xxxx hahahaha lots if hahahaha and a gherkin in a three piece suite xxxxx delapudation z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
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