Get cooked, ing-nick, Re:mon I al and said:
the blade that looked each other fairly whid(e)
I faced Mari, extraordinaire and eyed
a half a dozen laced-up girls who bled.
Hul King (a gaf) through ‘x’ receives that l.e.d.,
and naming, takes his cloak and lies: he lyed
gablon(a) yachts (ce-re: ) null-think was mined
dog-blacked and cooked behind; their mouths were fed
x’dsarn. Ulsak felt all, endured the nerves.
Re-ply these sheets for Sam (or I) the chord
was struck. The pleasure yacht set sail: all sin
is knifed, and quick the milk runs down the curves.
Let her whose boots are snapped see over lord
patrol the fields and sand run down her chin.
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what's this about then? you will not go unrewarded.
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