Pop a drop of bottle pop brought to you from the soda shop which is where that hair that had the flare ended up that night after the affair at the fair which is and was fairly just barely the glare that you got from the lot of the kindling that spared the oodles of joy expressed whether or not you must believe, I got the poodle from that doodle all is finally spared at least.
What is that thing that spins around it's got the foolery twist, the kind you turn from the table when you're off flicking your wrist. The kind that gets spraying from the psychos at bay that will come and annoy you day after day. The voice that's expressed whether encroached or just repressed from all the shouting and devote touting can be compressed as moods are compromised as well as feelings, whether feeling them or not feeling them. Devoid of all the reeling that is done and with it dealings that are won and past shining like the sun.
Moon come hither, I got the stuff to stop the fuss and dealing with the Darjeelings you gotta be pretty tough, even considering the beating you'd receive if you conceive factuality into existence some stuffs pretty hard to believe.
Flurgan sham wallah got the juice up in the track, turn it over if you want to see the end of the shplak.
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