In the United States of America otherwise No the U.S.A. cannot Fuck in 1 day 50 Shades a Way,
the gaining of Technics taught in the Switch that Blunt cans the Europe Wares Art is a Stirrup,
trust me I glare to the Apple Lair as James is the Short of the Jumper to the Crowd surfed gropes.
Feel me hear in the throat of the clearings so deep in the voice the music goes sheets ask the rides letter,
strong to the sway in the reverse of a plug placed poking future now as the open dished gutting,
turn to the over dear Sir of the Lored bend down to play as the piano man has done in hand of a stun.
Up the Spine as the tender does line a handler of belts to the buckle zipped welts trigger ridden,
no worry for a brain less the boots of a walk on the Moon with a Suite to difficult purring souped,
helmet to Skullings crosses the Drip cackle the Hem to a bigger in fit sewn it said oh look time for trip.
Knots to the looming of saying how why from the piece to the primes in process of quarter Mooned,
one chunk at a thought to the thinking of Dipper I must be the Example of a Cleaner not a Swallower,
grapple the grind in the real of bind weights to the touch of pointed erupts enjoyment is living alive in lucked,
gotta love or gotta Live some never die win snyc behaves to the links of Designing Pine Swooning Moves!!
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