Gravy essed along it when if fires meant lost purses,
Mister Tray gone Miss Listen To Me,
Grand scrap mist missed Miss Cinnamon diction Mary,
Millicent morrow armor plateless faces in people places,
Marital instructor miser man in grief
Listlessly listing lavish tea cups meant rivals unraveled
The beastly snickerer smirked, the rivals trusted the nation.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
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