Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Sick Tame

Horses in basic
Candle blooms
Born palor wins
Listing honor
Caught stone
Sound ending nail
Told first land edges
Hail slip jock
Sooth men
Yawn to pour
Court three son

-Cory Tambourine

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