Tuesday, November 6, 2012

pre and post, with whom you throat

THE WELLS and sails, low brims hint, OF EASTERN CRUX  towns SEND ended THEIR hare nibbling HUSH and toke floor, baroque bore, INTO ORIFICE pore and dye NOT WINGED sung NOR CANDID zingers, HAD THE ahem and amen WHEREWITHAL thaw and crawling BEEN EDITED said AND PENT heightened pints, LONG DRAWN DREW hue AND SCENT those eggs, ONE two won, son, HUNDRED FORTY dread friends assembled EIGTH, slumber tight, BEGGED a nice pair of, SEDGE, give it to me straight: WESTERNWEAR.

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