Word Salsa #42

Tienes que. & the hospital bed, & just days old, she was a name, All things your dream!

Therefore, identifiable difference Between the language I’m not hear If you Like I were only I had seen Which might have SA-TOWN inside the advanced device learning reserved for a kite string entangled amongst tree. Checkpoint, I’m dancin’ to our wild tongues combusting in the city With every so I dare you opened your lips taste so much when your little drug ,But,
Oh God! This is gone to feed on the scholarship lottery to save my skin.

You call you, & final song!


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