a thing for roses and posies

there are only great. right left walk saunter. come to thy hip. its summer in yr .hmmm yes, tattle tale taste it. the world's a big fat raindrop.

dig that owl, beating its barn

The snow's an antagonist waiting for a lover. heating its blanket. Tin women.

Shove off the hollow grave come to yerdoubleheaded kiss.

She's got a thing for roses, lilacs and boring factories. Calling its calling your softspot, the tomtom of yourbeat brain. The trope's normally heart. But you change it to fire hydrant. A woman || Like you need a cadillac wedding . baby. Older, and younger.yer apuffed wheat. Bingo!you won! yer lost in the ozone a drunken wolf lover. Thorns wont take away yr horniness