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To my dearest sweetest blue christmas.....
My dearest sweetest Russia...
P.O.Box Vladimer Putin
Nobel crown ... I adored. To a thought of what kind you should worn. Today I felt like id like to see you my love my love cat... So many holidays are in the air... Here in the u.s.
Please I dont understand I m scared and no Mexico apricots quenched tho the thirst... drop of rain golden . dry hats... Oh Mexico ... Im sorry.... Im alone...
A.D. the fish hat.... Mitra ...and as the church turns toward the earth sun moon... All living creatures... Walk about... War and hungry tonight....worlds....
Of Russia of Russia alien meteore stones....
I love you I like to o.o what I forget...
North East West south...
Of the holy rose cross of protection....
Directions of eostoric religions...
Im sorry... Im alone...
Just to brand a opal... Or what kind of wood was the mesquite without the web... Just some barlay man...
I love you Russia
I love the Spanish....
I love the special house...
I love you Russia...
I love tonight my broken heart...
To Russia..
I dont have nobody...
Halloween.
Fun.
Trick or treat
Always, how combs im so confused I cant
Form a thought.
How the ravens are pairs.
I dont know exactly...
I just o want to go to sleep...
Repress the raging fire
That heats...
And kissed on the Mexican
Border.
Indians.
Im sorry...
I write this...
Im sorry my voyage...
Im sorry...
I dont make sense...
This cat...
That kills the birds and mouse...
This cat so beautiful shiftshapes to a horse
I love you Vladimer... Putin...
I love you... I hope you Pac man...
Im sorry I embaress myself....
Love your wife Cindy...
Glad I dont know... I want to... Celebrate Halloween... I ghost goblins pumkins
Leaves.
I love you ..
I love you soo much....
I 💘 you....
Oh... Vladimer my fear...
If you just knew....im scared
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.... drunk, the honey. ..war.pulled The grass in yearning tarnished Sun. for you to bring THE Olympic rings. The flower of love. Wreaths OF crisp blue ribbons.honey purification of MY tongue . until I breath again. . Peace with your country's help. Oh ... compared TO cold rocky rivers Oh my honey in MY house is good To drink a six pack and imagine u in MY heart Oh ..peasant OLD maid. .. I bow at the command of your coats Oh. .. when I reach the highest hills journey TO .. I'll ask THE JEAN as for MUCH as u can. ..drunk THE GOLD OF THE HONEY. ..war.pulled The grass in yearning tarnished Sun. for you to bring THE Olympic rings.The flower of love. Wreaths OF crisp blue ribbons.honey purification of MY tongue . until I breath again. . Peace with your country's help. Oh ... compared TO cold rocky rivers Oh my honey in MY house is good To drink a six pack and imagine u in MY heart Oh ..peasant OLD maid. .. I bow at the command of your coats Oh. .. when I reach the highest hills journey TO .. I'll ask THE JEAN as for MUCH as u can. ..
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