He's so sick that he's dead.
He grows up and goes to bed.
Say what the time is doing.
It is from his overbearing.
His huge pool broke the deck.
I can't fit my hands around his neck.
Syrup bubbles cancer polyps.
Grouper couple barking orders.
Nobody is looking for fun.
Nicer demon descale service.
Humming birds are fecal terrors.
I got no grip.
I sure do sleep to slip away.
As I go, nowhere follows your heat.
Sinning shine of unwhelming sea stars.
I really embarrass hulks to eat.
Nubia forces reality into crime.
Bursa bruises drink synovial pouches.
Okay children games popularize death.
Very simple concrete shivers my forearms.
He pushes for a grease slit and never quits, because he can't.
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