Tag Archives: Colin Herd

It’s like a bandage

And arctic monorails. I don’t feel that nervous. I’m having funfair. He’s gobbled up the show-off and melted into a quantum. What the “helter-skelter” was he, thoroughfare? He planned to build it like a plantation. A forgery. A billet-doux. A … Continue reading

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It’s like a band

And arctic monopolies. I don’t feel that nervous. I’m having funeral. He’s gobbled up the showman and melted into a quantity. What the “helping” was he, thorn? He planned to build it like a plantain. A forger. A billet. A … Continue reading

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It’s like a banana

And arctic monologues. I don’t feel that nervous. I’m having funding. He’s gobbled up the showing and melted into a quandary. What the “helper” was he, thorax? He planned to build it like a plant. A forge. A billboard. A … Continue reading

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It’s like a ban

And arctic monoliths. I don’t feel that nervous. I’m having fundamentals. He’s gobbled up the shower and melted into a qualm. What the “helmsman” was he, thong? He planned to build it like a planning. A forfeit. A bill. A … Continue reading

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It’s like a bamboo

And arctic monographs. I don’t feel that nervous. I’m having fund. He’s gobbled up the showdown and melted into a quality. What the “helmet” was he, thistle? He planned to build it like a planner. A foreword. A bile. A … Continue reading

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It’s like a balustrade

And arctic monograms. I don’t feel that nervous. I’m having functionary. He’s gobbled up the showcase and melted into a qualifier. What the “helm” was he, thirst? He planned to build it like a plank. A foretaste. A bilberry. A … Continue reading

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It’s like a balm

And arctic monocles. I don’t feel that nervous. I’m having function. He’s gobbled up the shovelful and melted into a qualification. What the “hello” was he, think-tank? He planned to build it like a planetarium. A forester. A bikini. A … Continue reading

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