Will you be my alerce tree and caulk the ship--blankets line the floors
and I am not a dog lying on the ground any more, I will not be a flower.
Any longer and our smiles will refuse to point, like a desert cactus with it a somnolescent k.
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Um hi! I really liked this one maybe you can read my blog its called life of a 13 year old and tell your friends about it. I have no readers :(
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