i look out accrost the mighty Hudson river and i think: "where am i fram?" i wander and wander. i think "how do fishes feel? what else is in the river? lafe is big. the river is big. the oshun is big." lafe is big.
Ranned and chased birds in low tide at Spanish Banks Vancouver? I had done so on menny summer dates until every bird flue off in terror. I had also made menny frands and walked thru menny warm pools of water. You ken try it wan date.
In fact that dag was drank from 3 martini lunch at Mather's pedalcure yesterdate. Than I had both (tarruble) and poolside cabana (grate). This mourning I felt lake king of tha hill on mine hike.
This is the tarable "both" inside the kitchen sink. Everything feels tarable except the peenut budder I found all around the sink. Now I smellt ordinary lake a bowl of oatmeel. I wuld lake to smellt lake "buttone".
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