This joke is so let me. Soaker crash, [also in this form: This joke is so let me]
[a,prdon the quick art on computer time limits at the public library: ]
Pursa was a welty wrench; it hurt in the red bold carriage to carry and wind into each loophole; the metal stank into my arms; without actually stinking; and time had turned to skies and clouds; and foreign places;
We were war maids; and there was no married war; or war na
The sky was red pail cook; and the guts were ours to digest.
The eggs were splotched with screws of red; and of course tht was just paprika;
We were all screams and fritters:
And yellow eggs became our favorite Sunday Cruiser to ware.
Ware em sinners, was just though not the way we wanted to turn,
and splitter our nails into the wet diamond blue
That girl smells like old yellow in my crotch; itch, scratch but don’t pick.
But, why? Weaves the loom of yellow tails; it takes forever scratch forever to,