Wrote It Poem by Thomas Kane

Mine its was as if good only by me and you thought it you could love? Stumbpe a bee my hives run dry eth or oth my dis is more than most. Off one hand one two others and im up the skirt. Pressed measures or lengthy weights im into you as much as what norms the condition. So we go num electric and slide swinging in the weeds. Mind ponder lyric eye wonder no one else captured my motive in write. So scribble songs enscriped betomb or buk and taki tik one is won whom declines competion. Now how much moore is good so on lips meant for mine. Direct assumption ownership on mine africa ethopia depends on the whites of us. I swear so it went goes and gets got his plenty and mine twenty pendulums per dognut in augsto.
Now member wind blows
God said so
Job is not jawb unless you made it
Striken down smites all smiths
Wessen stings stuners sting
Whatever means more than most peoples entire conversation they speak in any day of the year.
Word is power if they come off the wold sayIngs.
Eggs baskets not yet Greddy
Bunny slut needed serpents car cused me on vevo. Felt so good!
Cell late brities ellish for queedenta or O
King kin ki k ay of O rather than this or not witch waffa wuffs like my dew.
Hi mtn shimmers a merk shake but off deet and im lunch beyond infinitly sure was kinda more sure.
Band pack label koshur why not another lewjew begorged saving mammon month. Shark squeeks a week eye missed nothing.

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