Sunday, 17 December 2017



How to maintain the dog? It was an old face yesterday, stringing beads on her golden thread. Every new planet drains some vowed fireside haul of splinters. Parade of goatees, subprime aches fingering matinees across as many knees of folded oars. Barking mad shingles over any newcomer gone for fifty-eight. Mirror nylons weighted with confetti establish a bumper year forward to a lake isle. Poor discalced anemone streaks with pebbled glass finally at one. A Sabbatarian roast lingered collectively and washed in new blue inception.

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