Uhm. Far too much to fetch. But drink up all you can. The dogs been salivating. The man will take his stand. A woman on the bench. She sits and waits for paper. Lines and lines of it. On her makeup
layers all her thoughts. That the man said NO. But she thought them still. And the paper flew
FROM her feeble hands. Back to doggy tongue. All back to the owner. Where the song was sung.
Uhm.
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