G. Gorilla.

[and also in this form: The situation with th eb]

The situation with th eb.j. was back.

I thought to covet the curtain

But there was none near by.

The rain wore a dress; and cried like a gorilla.

That’s the saddest font of cry; and so it is that you will never

Wear it.

We all aimed to reach the pique sustained of guerilla.

It was an asset that I would never trade; no matter; what the cost.

‘Tis better for you to just switch swipes; sides actual.

‘Tis better.

Whet is n’t bet; but not everyone understates.


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