Posted by: KaleKrishna November 25, 2004
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Frekin, same brush that shouts stop it, as I wither so shall your white pearls, the same story of a roll complaing about the work to the brush.
Same camel drink to flush out the accumulated uric acid, same way to the school, same routine breakfast and complaints. A routine, almost easily achieved visionless, how I long for the variation, the diverse colours, greens everywhere.