Columns see to the stratosphere.
Blind but baring us all with - a quick calculus. But an awful exercise, no, but brains of steel, when needed, as the package clearly states. It's the cosigner who matters in these cases. A conscience that cares only for fours, twos, ones in a row. Balk at the sun and light of the lonely the page that gives the same robotic answer. And how this tally of fools really rules - lying crisply against the wall, sometimes in aisles, never seeking fame or - a level heard by a morticians level of friendship. Amazed that it came from us, you, me - we are shocked that the horses stay in their own lanes. Its what pleases this corner - or worse a friendship with granite and steel - cold but stuck to you - or ruthless corrections will ensure. Suspended by a blizzard, he writes well to his credit, and numbers fall to earth without blame or fireworks. © 2013 Larry Ingram
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