I write like this when I feel blue.It endears me up.
She was wearing cropped, ripped jeans and, showed black ankle eyes therefore I is.
She was swearing, tripped Jean and eyed her ankles.They were created that way
She wore pop-ups under her long skirt to hide her conformities
I like knee eyes myself.Tights prevent certain visions
Did you have to be a spectacle? I love contacts, myself.
With this fling, I thee bed.Get on with it and make me a sinner.
Do you take this man?If not, I shall.
Where do you take the woman after that?
She was horrid for 50 years.She’s not bred yet,
Her husband was omnipotent.He built and erected malefactions.
What did she glue?
When we got divorced, he took the leg-over and I got the Leggo set.
One man is much like another when they bark.They never speak Dutch to me but that’s because I type silently
Yes, I committed adultery so I could make my Easter Depression last longer.First I had to get married.That was the hard part.After that it got easier and easier.Now I lie down all day.I read Bakhin and smile complacently
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