Everything's going
Bad in thisworld these spoons are
Heavy he lurves in
Jicin probably
Wining too at the nextstop
Massive carnation
Uncle fallower straw gobs
Yazz and the Sarcas
Tick population waiter
Nervousia catering
Uptie the prevel
Lence the smashup in gardens
Of ee… would look at
That'll apple the tele
Phone to thecore baring knees
Tell me that it's nice
To be homestocking maybe
I'll even hand a
Pianotock bathingquart
Er… we've gone bad haven't we
Bug sees mallard all
Alone at the tablefork
In the road but a
Fly would have seen it all poss
Abilities to climb a
Bove it all belong
In not withstanding of which
This century do
You hear me fortepia
No screen scene last for ev'ry
If only i was
Young no fun here today say
Sit you in fiddle
Tip sigh's sister went to get
Some sugar we're on fire
Sleepless right to sauce
Age the repellent ogór
Key is the posse
Billity to lonely want
Fruittreats and battrees thinking
Pushup theory may
Be a net gigglegain till
The next fishfaces
The rate of what it's got on
Platechase the polkacrossing
Clangsoots can't think of
Anything new to do in
Bloomdraws of horrid
Wars of erase meant for him
As Gretel's all het up like
Here's a littlepen
To shake of course i don't like
You at all where've you
Been at the endstalking to
You I am stalking to me
Scissor the exam
Pull the other yolk cutout
The middling man
You are not registered here
You don't work something should be
Happening roses
Read the ladies one should try
Ev'rything rolling
Grassnet brassneck bound ary
And houndedout with the old
In with the duo
Spit the bikes lack the something
River the turn and
Age the process meet the nay
Say the bears in semaphore
We exist the locks
Sheet thebed fire thecast off
Direct the liars
Much patter does it matter
Upslicers to the latter
Milk the up weightdown
The dumbdonkey butchery
Pin the firstneedle
On escape the nourishment
Banquet the approval task
Feel the food the saw
Neck the eyeball swan the slur
Pick the horse and mend
The skip for waist going down
The dip in my green matter
Quick it's too heavy
Plenty the salutation
Dish the fish tata
And on to the next and on
This need the mustof foodfights
Panel the query
Sup the resta strike this orb
But never forget
To dance all wrong etude to
Dally the lobsterphone in
Phobic chandelier
There is only one way to
Mend what's been destroyed
Even if they had a chance
Would probably lookalike
This all pretty whis
Per happy and goodandpink
Blue on this think is
It you or who that's ever
In the verge of gin rid fin
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