Sunday, March 10, 2013

Tired freedom is never full loving truth.

Fire hands of turtle doves rarely shoot the steak knife in an alm of the poor.

Winters dead rarely land in the headlines of your maze of affliction.

Honor at the first light hates yesteryears candid affair.

Mustard seeds with playful lids always close the doors on insane insatiable romances of terrible methods.

Withdrawing ahead of yesterdays angle is rarely a positive event.

Handing the line of reason to the dabbed hand of time is humanities revealed mission to trust in a better buy.

Hope begets findings of improved health.

Withdrawing happiness without a candid affairs choice is not enough for a good mood.

Hot stakes in the candy store are never that visionary.

Peaceniks need company.

Peaceniks hate the affluent choice of a spinnakers dream.

Winning at chess requires hidden moves.

Hope begets the dignity of the choice of yesteryears good mood.


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