Word Salsa #883

Mujer, mujer de a verte, a bad choice. For several Septembers in the buffalo herd, back, & let it!

Cold front to quit as the promised land is my ancestors running after nine years’ wonh in front door. This time, pero, pero nomas.

And makes no political prisoners only seems to the Earth In groves and am from, feed the man who were places they study each to remain mistaken.

The river run over there!


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