Word Salsa #442

The gauntlet’s thrown, the fruit not to battle with stars. we’re as the path, stricken, then I been replaced by Chacho ’s Thursday coupon specials she felt
As I am from Lyman at an area of the footstool and the homeland, came back home, haciendo caldo, haciendo caldo, haciendo tortillas, she could’ve after a little brown!

I’d met and the scapegoat of pink apology and brought a manchar su arrozito pa’ su baile they came to play a week, here’s a unos ojos verdes almost morning and the parabola’s approach To describe the party, & rend your data.


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