It’s our new normal.I swear I thought of u. Birds To Fly...Close up..OVERVIEW.Dances In The Streets, Witches,Bitches With Stars.What if we’ve all been primed?We’re all in this together. Stay home. Stay safe. We’ll get through this. It’s our new normal.Lives lost, lives given to protect our way of life.Green Dreams.God give you the best in life.'Osiyo (hello) osda iga heda (have a great day) everybody.
TYPES OF PEOPLE WHO DON’T GIVE A FUCK (AND HOW TO BECOME ONE OF THEM).THANK THE GREAT SPIRIT FOR EVERY MEAL.BE KIND .SHOW RESPECT TO ALL MEN AND WOMEN, BUT GROVEL TO NONE.Who Let The Dogs Out?Bitches With Stars.What if we’ve all been primed?We’re all in this together. Stay home.
YOU'RE SO COOL! I DON'T SUPPOSE I'VE LEARNED ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE. FRANK AGRESTI AND YOU TWO WOULD LOOK MORE ALIKE. WANT THE HOUSE, WANT TO LEAVE OTHER PEEPS IN THE PAST, MOVING ON, CASTLES IN THE SAND TO BUY.
"Life Is A Beach:Bitch,Coins Flipped.DON'T DISOBEY THE LAW, AND YOU WONT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE POLICE. SAID EVERY NAZI JUST BEFORE THEY KILLED 11 MILLION PEOPLE."Parents do so many things for us. Many times, instead of one's own wishes, hopes and dreams, one fulfills his child's wishes.Shall we dance, shall we dream, shall we wonder, time to tell, time to rock, time to roll, time to make waves."Who Let The Dogs Out?
To end: effects never dies on one hand and no on the other hand: define as next opportunity, turning the page and moving forward.Blipped out of existence and back into the fray. What did Falcon miss? Somethin' there is about you. That strikes the match in me Is it the way your body moves? Or is it the way your hair blows free? Or is it because you remind me: Of somethin' that used to be? Somethin' that's crossed over.From another century.
Plenty Of Fish In The Seas, Tricks, Trades, Barter Wits And Charms. Dreams.Happy and delight, senior lady, sailing the seven seas, searching for the one, baby boomer, guy of the 1950s, waving from the shore, faces on the sands of time. Can you hear me now?
There is no greater gift than unconditional love. To be loved, no matter what, is a blessing that comes straight from the heavens above. Look at his dear sweet smile.
Views shared of the fish that got away. Educated and mature frogs and fish, pens used to fight the hate sent by group texts, love and devotion, it is not. Gifts to share to repost the bumps in roads, with the lessons learned.Whatever there was, this effort is just too little ,.. too convoluted ,..and about to be too late. So no time left to play around with empty spaces .
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