Cooee, bono!
There otter be a lore for prose a swell, but a corps a newt on one
is a newt on tother (go fig).
Charming, yer fooder pomes two, Paul. Ever tried guaga mole? Mite dew
four flagging spirits--
Candice
At 05:40 PM 7/29/10 +0100, you wrote:
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>Nude tonal poetry
>Newton salad theory
>Ether sweating coterie
>Either passim foti
>A few tick-tack-tottery
>Glue tonal perjury
>Phew wool on hot day
>New national burglery
>Stewed phonal surgery
>Blue bonal poetry
>Old anal suppository
>Drew Blew Drew Blue Trotsky
>You're bowling ABC
>Your lips come flap buck-she
>Knew Shi jing scolloped me
>Turmoil sittting in poor tree
>New tonal pottery
>If you kiln poetry
>Your internal purge on Chomsky
>Knowing your external poverty
>Perch on tonal row with me
>Lock and fold her genial key
>Urge dirge in 12th century
>If you ecce thumpy godee
>Aorta tonal bar per tree
>If you cab bare the speciosity
>he ternational ath of ottery
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