Friday, 6 September 2013

Oh! Lonesome Dew

Where's ancient times? One-too. Once. Did these those feet. A feat. The foot stood. Under stand. Whence recently green. Mountainous molehills. Lamb chopped. But pasteurised glands. Will not countenance countermand. Dine. On clouding pills. Grist shines on open tills. Pass the pepper-mills. Tied bows to outrageous arrows. Fool's gold. Standard. Unfortunately. Pyromaniacs' desires. Heart's limousine fires. Mental seizures. Scissor hand closed. Saturn's bland. Green. Leprous. Lands. In blood-strawberry doughnut jam.
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  1. e.f. bartlam6 September 2013 at 19:22

    Donut jam...it's gotta be Donut jam.

    With donuts...you get the whole set up powder mix and fryers. Like a kit.

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