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When it is my powers awakened I downt no. i tell you thee storie of the your dreamsicles rise to power. it was a childhood of wonderments and dinnerments and wonderbreads. i greatly enjoyed ladies and did not think them gross or cotties. i was shyness howevers and it occured that jean bourgeois never would eat from beaver buffet. i was downheart and gloomed. my truck of desire was crash bam boomed blowed up off side of road. but hope sprang internal. a dream of prescience not postscience. it was this dream told me of secret to beaver buffet: to own a car of much speedy. alas your dreamsicle was but a poor orphan child of 12 or 14 and not old to drive enough. but i save money. i selled matchbooks and earned 42 dollars! enough for fast car in french canadia. i gassed and go to buffet where I eat to heart content and then search for my beavers. it was long journey and many matchbookss but your dreamsicle can now be having free pass to beaver buffets.
i listen to song of loneliness too days. it was hard of hearing and i not much understanding one two three. but it is true? men of loneliness are in the earth?? such men with no loverlies? it is sadness to tell the day. but my groin quivers at thinking of such wickeds lonerlinesses. how could I go days without my loverlies and beavers thank you very munches........./? it tears my eye inside.
i listen to song of loneliness too days. it was hard of hearing and i not much understanding one two three. but it is true? men of loneliness are in the earth?? such men with no loverlies? it is sadness to tell the day. but my groin quivers at thinking of such wickeds lonerlinesses. how could I go days without my loverlies and beavers thank you very munches........./? it tears my eye inside.