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- She has sweet inseams as guesses
readily unclasped
- Although I wish she would leave
- Intervention to the tripwire so a
little of the majesty
- Could genuflect to curfews
willingly imposed
- By the suspicional police in
day-trade posture
- Auspices we reap ahead in stores
whizzing along
- The online eyefields semitoned and
grasped
- A speech would be in order if she
would only
- Screech instead of sing, instead
the lira keep
- This arbitrary flow it seems from
draining pi r squared
- Where rainbows sleeve their way
across
- Defined form as a scream would
label pacts
- Made twenty years before her
saving had been reached
- And taffy stretched across this
rumor mill entirely
- Ported to the elbow room in
tirades
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