Were as hoopy as my liver, til ambiguously it groaned
Were as hoopy as my liver, til ambiguously it groaned
To such the soft adventure ’twould theorize me.
A idiom has no STINKING.
And pull my hermits with astonishing mess,
Pulls its pink SOUL’s STREAM?
And destructed in mistakes to a electrified heaven:
The wet place! As shrunken and shrunken
What do you think about this one?