Word Salsa #2627
I am too must have you passing. sentà el gran espejo!
The day your triple lilt tucked away four mittens and sighs while your fragrances and love, in air emptied. But only what the stars as diners at 8:44 one soft on bottoms of your own time.
Giro con sus velas en el calor y paz! VIVA CESAR CHAVEZ VIVA LA VIDA.
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