Put on your liturgical pelt, Little Colorado I'm the leaf the rod the rather upright lean creator of seediness and dearth Deceived by the roly poly baby bjorn on a whacked-out timeline until the verging Mary herself was snuffed, held on haunches high was cruise-ified deep-fried, then berried. Yum. Amen. Failed wary full of face the lowered is kissing your pestered brow a tongue lumen and petered is the flute of your wound Jesus Lowly prairie other than sod give us some hay here for our synerge pray for us tin ears, now and end the souring of our breath.
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