For the dreamers that devil ... Cucu
Oh my, I'm back!
There once was a hobo. The poor did not have four little kittens. These four little kittens are overflowing and leaking in a boat before landing hard on a cloud, new home for new family. Ring cross. Posed to sun stripper, the two princes of moons, they sleep together in the plain of me, behind the puddle of your tears. The tornado cloud, but the four little kittens do not float, they remain starred on the harbor bottom. The tramp
rejuvenates the smiles, balloons full stomach.
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