unicorn rain she couldn't pick him up he knew he would be blamed for this it was meant to be used in a proper manner her hands controlled her dreams she held the tongue gently often he would whistle, but now was not the time your finger is a cussword i told you waiting in line praying for flight mandoll mandoll comfortable wound little girls live in horses caroline's pets get to feeling better they'll be lined up satisfied with the thought doin it in the corn field milky moments my grandpa has/had beautiful hair rural girls speak in tongues
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