Haul o’ Me Wine Not All o’ Me?

I said all of us need love.

Okay, we want rain. Crystal, magnetic, gravitational, among us, love rain.

Flowing down from heave ho let a dragon miss the shield, a navajo, heave ho,

We didn’t want to go coast to coast,

Hey, I was a black boy, born on the hay, and I was a serf, hardly able to surf, and I was ruffled, rippled, dimpled, dismissed,

From the school of grammar, the grammar school,,

Yy == yi you hearing me here? Those beautiful mammies who gave a pizza, pie, salami bologne slipping so bad, as to be pepperoni, as to be mistrial, mistral, young blood, mystery, electric mud,

Never go for a flood. Let that be your guide. You go from the mountains, down to the fountains, into the — avoid July. In America, fourth, into France, fourteenth, into Giscard D’Estang, into pluperfect O Pompedeua Center,

starving.

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