Adjustments
i cat fight
2 boys today.
the missy is
astounded. we
took a bunch 4
our tumblers,
us fumblers,
us bumblers,
but weren’t
a fray. a 6
drive only til
cum next
bleak. r
fodder on
the mend 2
demon. ‘do
missy,’ he
zests in 2u,
‘go thistle
at duh zee i
glasses shore.
administer
adjudication.’
cat c unless
we arbored.
r lenses fried.
bat vin r i’ve
the hay gouda’s
knew. flip sun
sockets wheeze
seize. socks
fallen. gnome
on sleaze.
o the seas!
we’s a lie!
