Four.

Posted on July 22, 2010 by byronius

magenta barrel over beer falls
would a way to come and go with it
sap the trip to pay the day for it
i’m a tree dwell
surfle intuition bang sorts of thing
trill a lute for comedy a fish for dramedy
a fin for couth
sight sweller
wait bring it two way

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