is it the lost of pot, you knot to guest, in the spare room...
impaired vision booms the babies; doing it for the sixties
las, the left one standing right on the target,
lost plot ten times before lines would be walkened straight, and welcomed from stray, to memberance, of such civilliance, and compliance to multiply in a crowd, and to end 'standing proud'
(star'get membrane...)
our last words got lost in the post.
