across strong wood, which is oak, said ta-ta, a london farewell. that kind of race, the drag, was starting, and to enfold (wrap) the whirl, to spin around quickly, and to force extreme anger, as in rage. loni, actress anderson, showed here player's parts, roles to pay the kitty, ante cardigan, for one sweater from hong kong is enough. Nanny, the nursemaid, was in a sentimental mood. "to be or not to be..?" she eloped, running with a person to get hitched during the pause, the brief recess of fail and flop at the drop of a hat. tra-la-la sang the Rue 'the actress' McClanahan as the president before JFK, DDE. strange, odd, ain't it? at the end, you know, the finale, sums, i mean total amounts of marge simpson was found in canada, ottowa's land. she follows all the rules, obeys every grim, the Reaper, who moved in a circle, like... wheeled a bale... a block of hay at the engraved gem Cimeo who was close at hand, near omar shariff or bradley. the were enert, which means to put forth, like energy. at Tara, Scarlett O'hara's home, toupees and wigs were a must. if you didn't have one, you would race over stones in your bare feet, loser digs, which means makes a hole, loser digs his own grave. there was a harsh wind blowin' SSE's opp. NNW. a harsh wind indeed.Birth sign: Cancer
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