Shutter. Sounds like a cold me. You got the shutters.You know, I was a sickly child, in bed with 101 + fever every day of the week. Snitchers won’t get you a dime for it.
Is this where the poem goes. I need type fonts and more. Hideous habits that rarely go away.
I will need two columns – 70 30 10 padding. The whitespace is for ART, as everyone knows. It is just a shade away from color – FULLCOLOR. Everything on a budget incase you are evicted.
You know I started out all but blind in life. Nothing but a preacers song to hold on to. That things will be better. They have to get better. My parents are gone. They made near 100 maybe a shad less. She didn’t want to be left alone. Can’t blaim her there.
So, I was just walkng, with NO WHERE to go, and keeping time to that with a good timepiece. Once upon a long time ago in another life … maybe she wasn’t that bad.
She was that bad and more.
Where is my CSS. Where is my point, Lasses. Never fall off un adorned. Don’t even look at me like that you miserable mut. To think I got you a better food this month. Because you are my puppy. I would say this is some good vape. Not the Cambodian Border but….The Gimp is gone! That qualifies for miraculous.
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