Thursday, August 20, 2009


Go shopping. Go for a walk.
Go swimming at the pool.
Stick to upbeat topics.
In fiscal dices, abuzz.

Mourners pay respect to star-free audits.
Wasp stings accuse them of molesting solar panels.
The most rarely petitioned hairstyle is a douching.
I get out of this routine funk because Michael loved castles.

Deep down, a picture corrupts briefly.
Another girl on her stream, I've got the spirit
Monitoring my partner's pages.
Couple-y hydrangeas, no room for the weak.

Credit cards old enough to tote think twice about fried chicken.
What can you do about it?
Swine flu, SARS, and the like.
With all of us ends everyone that touches.

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