Friday, November 02, 2007

Sack of gold

Plough and many her Mona furrows far page ending any glass of water
with tea for tea and the dead blank blank. Balking at the ship,
she's harnessed her poors for whore. Gawky legs and cheese,
her claps sense made darnings for wool, not fooling and pullin' wool whenever her beckons go she passes its tray inside the nozzle the nipple he sucked.
Charged like any foreign sally hes contra
ry to her heart's penting alarm. Bothered by ___