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"Lady Ladybug strikes again; this time, Horky the Owl is the victim."
~Ilene Finai-Benque, himself/loosening

Winer was preparing for his thanksgiving feast. Winer was about to roast a torkmoll. Winer reached his claw into da oven. Winer 'ccidently forked his mean sis'.

Winer wined with a wince of white wine.

And he toothed this kinky jam, by Ilene Finai-Benque.

"Shore Me To My Beach"
By Ilene Finai-Benque

We faked it no more.
We can't take it no more.

King of a town,
Economy well.
Prince of a city,
And begin our pity.

Noble of the farm, forensic duck doves.
Leader of a house, begin collapse of the govs.

Elder of the room, owning such a broom.
Principal of a meter, no room for more feeter.

A material world mourn.
But natural world born.

Airy breathy sunlight steamy.

We faked it no more.
We can't take it no more.
 
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