Monday, September 25, 2017

bankrupt of sock rings

Well, that's a fine size of shoe to dance on. Like a limerick, merry and all of the goup spread upon the anklet, nigh, a flight of banshees playing chicken with the Ace of Spades. Magnifying the ulterior and painting it all three shades of dank; that's the highest neighbour a celebrity would castigate unceremoniously. Devoid of chocolate moth balls? So too are all of the least, be they twice or less. To envision is to fall; to incite is to run.

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