13.September.21


Cherries—merry, miniature, testudinate sweeties sloth-swaying with the wind, you are the fun-yum-apples of my eyes.

Alas, was it a human being of an inflammable ire who rapped the trunk with an ellwand, resulting in your grounding by a human bean?

Now that you are ready to repicked and, likely, both first-time and last-time licked, to which of tongue’s cheeks would you preffed to be pit? ; )

Categories: Melange

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