
Goodbye, you cow
Speak of the horror.
Love bee do.
You blather
A design fit for flu
Must go sweep in the flue.
I need someone false.Not Hugh
Why,why, for now?
Gotta flow.
Kiss off
By four today.
God’s by now.
The tap is singing.
The phone has an evil book on it.
Must fun now.
Thank you,I ‘m Dutch.
You are so fined.
Weep my secrets, tease.
I nearly love hues.
Write in the Ewe Year.
