It was south of the border, in a little abode, of adobe, perhaps, stretching it,PDF.
A little adobe PDF hacienda, way down south, in Mexico.
We’re in Mexico now, together, for you don’t go down there without friendly support.
If you aren’t used to beans, and you have a spleen, you sink, into mire.
Download a PDF, download a rhumba, download a marraca, download a boa, a feature feather boa.
Without sunshine, adobe would never brine, never firm, never permish, even a commish…
Spam of Human Affection 
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