This Labor Molar: a Deranged Poem

This labor molar was seen so
Bee gives inside way three dine they bore.
Them gears their slim off deer but
they beat struts or marries.
Her din instead dark cotton,
its hare crisis napping.
She balks that and last place,
this lies were strewn.
Those toes is bird sand harp and
noise in bean.
Three ruffles totem bland out, yet,
this lame as gristle.

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~ by hankimler on August 27, 2014.

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