Rhymin' Wreckers
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What if cakes were the last lines in really bad poems?
Come, my friends. LET US DREAM TOGETHER.
*Work anniversary Head of the class A lousy coffee c...
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It must come from the Craft side. Everyone in Brian's family always talks about Brianna and My tounge. I am not sure if that is a good thing or not.
I can lick my chin and the tip of my nose, and I'm proud of that skill
If it's from the Craft side it must be one of those things that skips a generation. I just tried and I can't reach either my chin or my nose!
Should I have admitted that?
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