Sunday, July 31, 2011

Companion Estates - Brown Bags At Most

When todays arch becons and becons the call start or make the right day. It's not as sudden as the lukewarm waters that flow but to know is to know. Like all unaccepted philosophies and books. I don't follow and i don't know. 
I follow the sides and corners.

Todays tally:
The width of a box is sudden and is surely the right mix and weight. It has lots of cakes and a cart full of them.
We won't ask as we don't know.
Follow the digits.

When solomn grew that day and night he knew he would leave. Some one went to the village and get us some water. We ate we left.
He knew and it sudden left and we all broke. Characters in place we suddenly fell by way and all along.
I can't stand you said solomn. I can't stand you said again my name is not. But i've got a new car.

Browing brushes against the wind i felt the winds miss us and again it does leave time.
Leave and leave they said. It was growing and going to quarters and quarter sticks. 
Felt!

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