It's guarded, my thoughts.
At least plural not a one that laughs. Shame it took so long - hours between the two, with boiling times two. We know a lively, cowering soul if we can only examine the logic of those lines. She talks plainly of much, and suffrage, to vote, to squabble. I on the back side, have none of those quibbles - at sound that is tense. That's heated, known for toe to toe slugs, smash into me and the others, gangs will follow, get my back. But for embracing the cunning few, I would engage in backstabbing. I took this and repeated the error of standing so close - she went and blasted the ammunition. And she was right to so plow the paragraph - so small on TV Yet, past your bed, as may happen, it's all we will cover with this blanket, before sleeping. © 2013 Larry Ingram
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