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If Jill had a foot it was a leg. Lamb to chew her poxing down. Cussing every near word warders her the fate of trillions. Minion and millions she's the darling grab of everything controlled. Near and dawn, rare and fine her wool's the parried sort letting its slip go wide and  ?



     Franny __ where have you been you fool skinned knight of the long chair and chariot. Your           bucksome tooth grin is gone long in the road.

Incognito as any paved gin within it's tormented her . Not so . Well seeming to is apparently and she's given the long sigh a blank check for forsaking love, violas, champ de mars, les aquarelles, painted runners, two by fours and other benign  glimpses. Lovers know the name of all  ___ four   ......  . And plus.