As did the Everyman
Each piece of sand
That the heart goes for
In time she snores
Snoring to earn a living
Great wages in zzzz's
Few though in sin
But some wine on a boat
Under leaves
With menories
Why not
Pretty please.
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Like many pop corns, It makes for delicious dreams Carmel feelings oozing a plethera of cornacopia Then to see infinity for a moment ...
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