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perfect perpetual joy Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads. For pudding pick popcorn peach pie. Oh, Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire. When that Queenie Wahine passes by Queenie Wahine's
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the house,. Cook of the house. . The salads in the bowl,. The rice is on the stove. Green beans in the colander and where the resy is heaven only knows. . Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn
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the house,. Cook of the house. . The salads in the bowl,. The rice is on the stove. Green beans in the colander and where the resy is heaven only knows. . Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn
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the house,. Cook of the house. . The salads in the bowl,. The rice is on the stove. Green beans in the colander and where the resy is heaven only knows. . Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn
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. Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe. Phoning your home from a tree. Drinking my favorite loch When I was old they gave me a model factory. I met three salads out on motorway. Leaving your name at
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A world become one of salads and sun only a fool would say that. A boy with a plan, a natural man wearing a white Stetson hat. Unhand that gun begone there's no one to fire upon. If he's holding
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, plus the Wallabees. Check the status, soon to see me at. Caesar's Palace eatin salads. We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas. I move rhymes like retail, make sure * sell. From where we at to my
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, plus the Wallabees. Check the status, soon to see me at. Caesar's Palace eatin salads. We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas. I move rhymes like retail, make sure * sell. From where we at to my
