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Wolves, In Sheeps Clothing

Slicing through this heart of their matter ? Said the mad hatter.. Giants causeway; going to view a rare as of late movie bits in, escapism American Hustle it's title given and two facts for myself parted these curtains Unto another motion picture's canvas: Amy Adams Bradly Cooper having loved their Pryor performances endearing one's heart again his paradox ? A four star review Left walking away once more disenchanted afore their final credits could roll of, deja vu Regurgitated recycled hopeless hurray, for Hollywood ? Show me the money, her mademoiselle Chimed a cheque in chic; slight be hands pink champagne red roses an invite to, his White House ? Most every actor's dream come true; rubbing elbows with these tuxedos; slash, trench coats Turn, and war their words; as baby got a new pair, of ruby red shoes ? Dance the candleman; atop Silver chairs high up there enter this dox; celluloid impersonations reverberations constipations.... Grab that cash with both hands their golden rule while tossing Dorothy her rainbows edge your hungry.

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