study 225

all ghouls-day stymie some to the absence well a tin can, when lead came at the start of the bronze age foundry its roof caved in, leap to the time-frog hamper all stamps to get a swirl goin’ it’s a lank rip as an extensive key, board nailed in with tons of uncarpeted tackiness, ring there to fly to a side mach one unmatch two flown out into a borough, thwack three, quickly find the stalled lift glomming bass clef or the cleft hoofer flancing at a quaint rind of cosmos then with ickiness agreed, then save, then close, then nod,      

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