Sunday, July 28, 2013

if

 --- to start at the end of the midst it's best service thataway! dig it pad over the heels of the forsooken Knight.




if Jill knew the gig was up, she upped the ante-chamber split the sentence in four , she perfumed the road, moving aside the bustling vehicles traveling up her side .  Her head's  a tweak for sunsets and abodes, there's no point shining as no one's home    !


  Continue   the sage saga anon as she's got a family kitchen to tarry her ills. A tare's worth of smidgen on the bilious hope of renewal! what bollocks of blunder is a family . A subconscious fair me drawl



A pink ruffle in the night's word.


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