Monday, February 22, 2016

out in HUGS assuming

Denizen hicks stood proudly in the underdumb, pleading to hired legions of fesses and gloats, and the op-ed columnist starring a beady-eyed pileated woodpecker with bedtime sighs and condos for rent, and a splash, that cashed in fan, cheerleading the hex to a spectacle storage or maybe just a pillow-pinch, rammed fun and gullet, a pitcher flu, baring teats to spill a milk lessening, a baby's day off, a spat, a gnat, a table-wearer, with just a dash of lye, as in, olden boys love that snuff, gets em rowing all sleek-easy, shiny wine down the chin, pin cushion dances, presto pesto hakim fullbrights, oh the tales they'd yell, damning billy and weeping when not appropriate: love those colleges, now don't kid me, I'm gullible!

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