Come prince of peace my altitude commercified with naught but sorry lake-age
gone to mar its bit stone chapt
How daunt is marked-down pore phase in blue dust charry and how nonce the
pegboard
Trouncey bought and kippery for mauve juste why not con-kerry bustibles in
fleur-de-lis apparencies of sheet muse
Coddle mottled braids they are who we propose to breed their names eventside
will come clear
Catered like wrought indicatives how sallow be thy mane when torqued to
principleek the nerve bone
Chance be tattled inks be sweet our battle rage is only hippo deep why not
go string brauned
Until naughty nicetets show in beaks not ours but kindred and the land is
good and dyed some shed red getwood shy of teak
sheila e. murphy
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