Visigits In The Grand.
In The Grand Complex. His wandered. It pilfered and wandered again. Again the scene was overtower and overtower cooler.
The apes and the scene. Let all follow but to a toredor form IIII. The blanket watched and left the scene!.
Tall forms like curtain scapes fill the scrapbooks with harmless witter!.
It always goes this way maybe the wander or wander mander lets the rule fell in!.
Over the cooler is like the sun over stower. Let the grands and mills come in and find the next toredordom thru.
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It was easie. These dum cassettes rullin my life. What did it mean? What did all these types mean? I can’t have cake on the train nor visit the lobby at the grand and then slam?.
Was it a question of seeing or believing?!. It didn’t happen but then it did?! They say all!.
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Visigits at the grand!. And grand slam!?.
I can’t or dully let go of all the types then make all pilfer! Let all these cake diseases fall away!. It didn’t make any fuul or full bollom!.
We left them anyway man!. We left them way behind and a long time ago!.
We ain’t got no cake backwards! Let the time fly and make the apes curtains flail!.
We haven’t got this and a clue. The grands milk make complex and versus all numas! Find them left of chair!.
Find them there!.
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Cooler by the millions makes plaza!.
Then strike the moat and float up the floatilla and resin!.
I can’t renumerate or conglomerate!.
Let maggis and magpies fall between the corridors!.
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Nightwatch!
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