dearemily…
my head is swimming with foot falls and little song breaks as given.
and where I go culling posies as pigs all hours repeatingly…the song sung’n
In short. it is about what counts obtaining
what counts to you dearemily…
from toward eadward forward [with interruptions from the Sowgirl of Salzburg]
dearemily…
your eadward your interruptions are that unsered to finish…
there are twelve operas…
Salzburg is swimming with foot falls and little song breaks as given
and where I go culling posies as pigs all hours repeatingly…the song sung sing
In short it is about what counts obtaining
what counts to you dearemily…
THE WALK & THE AMBLE
dearemily…
the wore more often than not is conceived as a journey to and from fixed states of being. The weather is continually becoming) Frosts and fogs and dog days
my head is swimming with foot falls and little song breaks as given
SING AMPLE
sing ample
and where I go culling posies as pigs all hours repeatingly…the song sung
In short it is about what counts obtaining
what is to you dearemily…
clocked at midlope, every mare facilely unropes
any strict predictions of flight, unleashing
locomotion like a prestorm hushponcho
the full gipper of precipitation still on the lamb
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