just wait till winter, then we will be feeble less than pained and all alightment comfort will have basked in ra/in/difference qua number person gender _click_ disinnocence
as a metre of policy one dims singles amid bills to pay and rambles in a country w. song (you list(en)ing?)
mercy bars the door unless I say to hell with chacha tea is almost cool now that I have played hard astride the winner of the secretariat
it's chill and repartee gives greener episodes to wash this field to circuit bake the rimshot just about (to be dismantled)
do you speak in rhyme and do I answer with motility enough are these my braids or yours why nap when there are cinders to percuss against with heavy wheedling
sheila e. murphy
