Monday, July 28, 2014
If Jill knew the gig was up, she upped the ante-chamber 'spilit' the sentence in four perfumed the road moving aside the bustling vehicles travelling 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.
_____________ Bump! an Puff she goes.
Posted by C Duffy at 28.7.14