down owls, those birds that hoot at night, they got all their ducks in a row. karol kane was a thorn to ail. the hard journey, a trek, also for dragnet ran an agt. to say "wow!" at random. "wow!" pianos, the cousins of harpsichords, were like wren in winter and taters and nips. yea, she is not asea, so opt for the rare nuance of covers and old maid. dispute every edgy canadian neighbor. show feelings for everyone in des plaines, illinois. draw daggers and gore your chap. if thy are absent from salvation, neither snow nor rain will obscure you. ewers of shotblood will cover your cake, iced with sorrow. dancers in mini skirts, lean with atrophy, will earn the draw. to bow and courtsey, who are you kidding? to straggle. lag. to fuck meg ryan and burn down society.Birth sign: Cancer
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