In this " currency" of moanin'
about what's wrong.. .
as i tell em'
i the penniless.
And i though i had lost her perfect word...
The Iti and I
as we stood at dusk
but proving dimentia is a dimension for the moaneratti....
it came back
" we...have a coalition among family generations... a deal... the older look afyer the younger and then the deal is reciprocated....no we arent so insane
to think the state
may VIABLY ... be carer to the old, and arbiter when the young...
scrap like cats in a sac...
over, whom
may or may not...
gain entry or not...
into all there ever was...
And how to say, no not you, not today...
anyway
to be cont
what a perfect word, she just...
said it all
with.
but they
the only ones not Eton boy junky Pages of not really perfection
didknee come back, better...
they should have left it where it waz...
two bothers coalitioning, proving...
