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LOPO,
CHARLIE horseshoes: custom and tailored but not yet personalized.
CHARLIE wishes for big suds damn measly in the scopes we try.
Hows the tuidochine? I have fierce slices for immersion into tuidochine,
if it stills runs like the devil.
Smells like LE DYNASTIFOBES are back in biiness: 3/8/02 Heraldo: Worst case Mattographer: che waltzes, stumbles, hums Newton,
threads borders by way of the Great Needle, barnstorms and then,
in a geriatric sigh, clips off the wings of your oak wrapped bird.
I am deciding the fate of 8000 iguanas.
Call me chocolate staple gun, I am engaged to a tree and I jump over curbs.
with muted shakes,
ST. TRIFLO
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