Life on the stages, good times, horse and pony shows, green lights, luck of the Irish. 5151: Made in America .Do You Know, Jack. Or Was It John, Maybe Joe, hard to say, some guy, you know the one. With the bean, with the candle, who ran under the shade of the moon.
'I raise. I call .| fold .I'm all in'Enough for the Charmed:DON'T BE AFRAID TO OFFEND THOSE WCL THAT DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE.Something special baby. Silent knights, sons to shine, wishes for roads to travel with company, schools of hard knocks, blue oceans to create. Whosoever diggith a pit, shall fall in it.” Smallness.
Blue Especially for You. "Be free, little one" I say as I lift up my hands. Out of my open hands flies .Michelle Rainbow Soul - There are no coincidences, fuck.
I have absolutely zero patience for completely certified, card-carrying and flag-waving racists. None. Schools of hard knocks.Dicks, dawgs, faces in shadows, good time. Fairy tales,Beach Bum on a path to self-discovery:Stronger for the classes.Black, White, Wholes In Heads, Coins To Play, Signs Of Good Times, Both Sides.
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Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's does not mean they are required to hurt less".Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.
"Be free, little one" I say as I lift up my hands. Out of my open hands flies .Michelle Rainbow Soul - There are no coincidences, fuck.
"Be free, little one" I say as I lift up my hands. Out of my open hands flies .Michelle Rainbow Soul - There are no coincidences, fuck.
Fairy tales,Beach Bum on a path to self-discovery:Stronger for the classes.Black, White, Wholes In Heads, Coins To Play, Signs Of Good Times, Both Sides. Worse Than Evil, Faces Of Poor, Riches To Eat, Donkeys In Packs, Monkeys In Pack. Notes To The Dead.Help to get off the streets.
Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith. Worse Than Evil, Faces Of Poor, Riches To Eat, Donkeys In Packs, Monkeys In Pack. Notes To The Dead.Help to get off the streets.
"Be free, little one" I say as I lift up my hands. Out of my open hands flies .Michelle Rainbow Soul - There are no coincidences, fuck.
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