Atlast at the door we were urgent, my friend from hell, I was once your servant, I was lame but glad, and you were campanulate
Rats! To the core with me the serpent, I was nervous, we kvelled, over the last game we had, on the box it was the fandom state
Going to two teams again with the green turfness, We were bound to soar and be fervent, life was rad
It was happy camper land great
Even flowing as we chose the crops which had cream, our cartoon balloons went emergin, the jukebox jams and the player pearls had their swords which were burnished, we were two pan gridiron mates
No one quite like you could control the breeze along with the wideout cool sons
Two bright, people like us slinging the wideout seas, till dawn had our kvell-pride-bouts our controller tools won
Avalon Dakota
12/22/24
11:24am
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