We made the black man shuffle, when he could dance, when add a kerfuffle, to take off — and prance.
I get it, girls love a pony because it can buck, early in the mornin’ as learning be done, as silent night, all is bright, round yon virgin, vagina a sigh. The kid to be born, pauses, asks to get back, to shimmer, click clack, Allen o’ Stewart, a Konigsberg Kant, a critical, hang your head low, to draw sea food, Coca Cola, bad robert johnson,
Red leaf, Canada, Houston, Assibigyone, anon.
Red man horse or pony man or kerfuffle buffalo prairie soldier buck a shovel, or muck a brown stall, or find the right pauses to enthrall, or shouldering a duffle, to go to maw to be mauled, or malled, soon the schooner and postponed the height.
Spam of Human Affection 
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