The Day Thy Was Wink Bornaited Firl Haits. Wewoe Neasturs Yeast Sumer Losh Poem by Tommy R. Wigington
The Day Thy Was Wink Bornaited Firl Haits. Wewoe Neasturs Yeast Sumer Losh
God give me yes so now I may never again have what take, e from form.
Now yes eye Have no and it means lease what could come? ?
between born gotten be a hivemorigha sot of ham.
Ye yes no does thy take count of all and al to also gathered hear sound light see yes again you give go on so i am greatly never a real checker boy london rejects my mind mime clowner blooms for cartsins dayprize.
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