Sunday, June 13, 2010

what ho

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 ________________________Pom! Pom! Pom none has a wedding core as these rushed  similes do in the parchment and wet waitiing   ~


Hence you duckling of the cold sea's deaf bride . her briny soup'll oil your fair weathers, gushing beaches black shit of oil's barren brief. What hail and ho its prim weather signing the dotted sheet of crossed and I's. I's been the diction. And escape it not your favored medley.

Has Jill been many to her tomsome? tomtrombone thumbing over the hills of play and the genitive runs out... wired by the sound the gracious knocking of things rocking together   ~