Two lips sink ships of ant ignorers regularly ...:...:...:...:...:...
bit difficult to imagine how you made it through the effort to print this and never mentioned Charles Mackay and the little two lip story in the
story of stories that was well written in volume in 16 well lets say when some Ad man decided to haven apple for lunch...
and now two years hence it will swoon bee appropro to zero out another record holder as the f(taking your miney) to
Xandau has a new page to print in an ever increasing expansion of the list of a listers listing the ship of shake
down to ground a finer arc on the lense of zoombah back to the bit of it where if the entire house of fun
couponzaza is not taking a wheather as in when eva the f(of) shut the f(up) butter cup comes zoomer
than later for the f(tickles) like the f(rench) toaster in the bathtub trick...
and for an encore since this will it seems be sewn into the fabric of that by a jacquard loom requiring a bit more
punch in the punch cards before the boof is all put to poof bozo the great as in est grifter now of all recorded grift
will swoon be taking his annointed appointed and well oint men teed up and ready to go smelf the bozo on the gozo
the boy with the boxes of books of problems of problems of problems when blems are the best the pro has to show to
the one on the go go go raising the lips of sunken sad old ships with the paying peter to borrow from paul and blaiming the
whole damn thing on the dude down the street with the name of saul yeah slash all you like with the teeth and the shrike the bilk
is the silk on the road to the big house the way is paved with the names trampled into the river of tears the money lickers for the tickers
gone boom in the big blown up ballon of fun coupons for the ant ignorers...: ...: ...: ...:... :... :...
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