Word Salsa #2

It was out in that be making fun little fat body whenever you gonna buy Monsanto crops no one big enough pi~nata, either similaic or discord to name I aspired so the risk of fugees like her, as for your sneakers speak eloquent volumes of course... But let's take it from the newest fashion model leveraged by the pardon of her form of the smell your feet, You've got to throw around At wounding a hole, a divine gift I've always told to where the English words & blue no more and they're religious, but gender discrimination for how external fault, temptation, redirects responsibility for treats Genevieve please have you You don't have SA-TOWN inside of the part of glasses I know maybe make me Because we don't mean nothin' like looptid


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