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Toot Suite

TOOT SUITE Alas, as hunters treed their prey envisioning the feast gravied meal at end of day sopped up in breaded yeast. An ill wind blew and no one knew from where it emanated As sugar in the innards boils and then - a little toot uncoils

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Date: 4/26/2014 6:47:00 PM
Cleverly executed. Congratulations. Joyce
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Date: 4/26/2014 6:38:00 AM
Awesome win with three stanza suite. Congrats, very unique, John
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