Dear Mr. Blunt the Table Front is for the Signature piece of rump where drool is what you'll leave,
as I come from behind,
the entry is the Fee,
molded brings the store of Things made just for Mi,
woohoo the scream are Hear the moan right between your Need,
that basic thrown to be the bone that picks the stage of knee,
bend at Waste the spice of laced is tasting on the whine of laid.
Out your howl is speaking Moon to sunshine on the boom,
bang goes the come and bee for I have all the lung in Mi,
sings that state Thee All dare leaves from Training on the Sheets of Leads,
the city type to know the might has brought the Fight to sleeve,
a Cuff link in the Punch of Hymn that Lot so pulled its Wicker leaned,
burning with ribbons that problem strings does not mimic deep.
Sink this verse within your skirt as Hems are straddles beg,
dinner on the Candle spin is wax that plug in creed.
Acoustics to the Blunts retire for sleepy Tea is rivalry inking for the boast,
butter is the extra Fudge in Asterisk of clean,
the hose of water to the tap a water coolers bagging fact,
so clean the scope or bring on cope for In Begin the Enders Game!!
Struck that scone with blubbers bone and Ukulele sized,
as Hot Air is balloon of Ride the screen does complete in Vibe,
moans of frostie freeze the sweet ask the bellow of You're leap,
crowding on the wanna keep to touching Mind of loan,
solve this Riddle with Your stone as the Same place is Enter Race,
know lube needed for your face as that to Can be the trace of noodles on the Swallowings space!!
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