Dirt hands
Hot from the treasure hole
Like that demigod hick-cook
This rock I'll never pawn
Windy Day America
Groping after
Heart of a
Washed up rock
Proclub under a microscope
Ribboning out like a problem
Message coming to river
It wasn't worth the hammer
There was a dog there
Someone walking by the table
A mouche on the branch
And the law breaks
Everytimer's
Statue of the sea
Dug once underarbus
Arboreality
Pictured with the rock still by it
And I
Birdheart proclub
I got a feeling
Coming
A district
Opening up
Straight in from grooming
The dark boat
And dad show
I'm kitchen serious
Proculb
About this
Prolcub
Oh
Procluv
Godnight
1 comment:
Last finish
on lips
and trails,
go on...
Good,
good night,
gosh.
Gosh night.
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