What!

So dreams will come if you ask politely as if hungering for all and everything

A delight to sooth you through the night and for all time

Dream of love for what is love yes a dream

Screams fall apart and turn to laughter

Then silence is vibrating green.

The stage coach was in real danger of bandits 

Still the job had to be carried out

And wheels must spin.

Complexity.

In the chain was no reaction, no fears for exited passions, just a plate waiting for some well worn mouth's full of sour grapes, and the wine was almost black, her eyes colored in paint, as she muttered: Just you wait.

Is this the place!

Drink for the night is young!

When he is I jump upwards as fast as possible, yet gravity is a bitch or beach.  So the writer in me gets finger cramps.  It is nice to be at the helm of a device and launch like urine into outer space.  Your fun times will end with a splash she said.  I had all the equipment lined up on the shelves.  Great place for starting a new world hell.  It pleases the other guy and those men who knew exactly and that's when this scary story began!

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