Tuesday, December 15, 2020

You must... let it grow

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Encourage the man of the house until the master's better. Do. 
Handle the bordersaw with pain. Bones will land spontaneous. 
Shackle the rabbit by the hindpaw, akin to a cinch. 
The sister took sick. Hoyt sends his regards. 
You may cross the cousin in blue, dangling a diamond vine noose. 
Noise has a voice, unlike our bodies. Similar to your journey home. 
Call the dress a fear or a passion project. Reconnoiter the cat's paw. 
Don't be unhappy only untoward. Sprinkle the footpath with nuts and bolts. 
The intrinsic flame wears a blue dress. 

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