Hedda was a hopper.. had a popper didnt stop her with a scathing windy vibe which was the final ride .. it’s a bummer if yr number than the time u painted somber to the walls of eyes so wisely pushed among the strengths of blights so plush… so peril blinks and my age thinks ..and forever links us to the peace so creased but induced at least to make me sigh ,enabling us to asking why, as we blaze to the saddle which resorts to rounding cattle as we eatin’ FiddleFaddle ‘mong the forlorn ‘lone. ….. wake up its just a dream maan … feel the delight and steal the insight … shake it off to use it and make it worth yr own….. zzzzzzzzzzzz

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