Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Vales

Beef ponies prance
upon. My joy plateau
ends up here. Here, hear
this sound. Last
names suggest feelings or
grassroots. Because smells
are pricy, you trust my
instinct about the painting
club. Fracture my leg over
Thanksgiving without mercy.
Hope for me that I can
cross that conclusion with
a sharp hot dog sound.

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