33.33.33
by Justynn Tyme / 2006


grittle prongs drum the orion pearls < smile, think, wash-away matter
Toucan preside now sarong and plumbers could be talking
weir of krabs with snow spool hooks < paste the riboflavin
dove eye and cream slurpee \\\
Anita "two berths" Fern caught chowder in the moonlight