| All was permitted you. Rooted out as a misfire or somebody's chance smudge stabbed into a satisfied mind, your face was feathered in spittle. Go ahead, lick it off! Be an air-swiped flag. Every single strange example's A blast, a test of evidence. What if we had known then we could bloom a flame like this? Our forthright behavior our stolen valor Stick Fighting, Knife Fighting, and Home Defense. Every now and then Wind works your ear but these facts are never reported. I hate the song. I know all the words. Copyright © 2017 Jared Stanley. Used with permission of the author. |
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