poem the fire -------------no they don't, the fire is God's, one comes to the life to be spoken in glowing terms

, there are the sortings, one is certainly warring, fire for the sour, the draft in a gulf smart ford houses ventilated wands on some trends, genuine dedications from many contributions drawing praises system in the ethereal, one may look

further, i am forging the necessity, stock the powers, don't be bored one can spell the way, economics matter, desperate rustlers evoke the conspirators, they are game to fight and ride in the fire storm, summons wizards and witches they show one ways for foraging spells tomorrow will rope the kills, will wake the silent dew, new lasses pester my tires

i am begging them smile and laugh till the end of the world. ****************************

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