Advancing first #1 a wound wooden boundary to dance up 'n' down...
Booty buns arduously showered
No time like the presents of XMAS
Of one another, therefor asunder-
Pirates plumbers- with their numbers
And onto, the IT
Hoo Dee Who?
If you know...
Altered steaks, BBQ shakes- of onto, the IT
thinking nothing of ambiguous Performance
Perchance adrift ass under, to the PLUNDER
Ain’t that a catch?
To be phrased and tried ’n’ true well raised-
of one’s Mum, of one’s Pops—the perfect pair
Scented smells of ambient exhaust clouds
Scotty caught a cold, and I’m old, to you all know I’m not sick (!!!) I love me...
with Sickle Self!
When once a-bouce lifting pounds of 45-plates
MOM AND DAD AND DAN, IT HAPPENED MOMENTS AGO WITH $CAKE 1073 immediately to 1079 show me some more of them green-bars!
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