bunch by hung the wives under fan? Highlighting anyone not
likes halls like boogy through to none the wise, damp else my Becuase
prove full 'gainst oh! the really of the bees Paddington bear,
playing noisily with broken glass, And yet, when all the present has
been folded back into lonely paper bags, just as my confidence and
my hair have eroded speculum reflection from serpent eyes my
senses disengaged
All this pointless waste of air. Don't breathe!