I believe captcha was part of the metatron fexas plot
Let's see here
Dulce
PAexp
Ciascalps
Time machines snafu
Gold paradox
Ass coveting
Necromancy left the macabre circus and got into banking it seems
Let daggone do bygones
FYI
Dancing fags
Are
Dancing fruits
@homos
All that glitters is not fiat
🤧
Huh
Intestinal issues
How cholic
Predator networking
In a pedoraptor chan
Is prol a bad investment
What happened to O.D.B.
?????
Where did Eminem really come from
Why are the authorities blamefagging their own scapegoats
Mach schnell
Putos
Bizarre
How they betray
Themselves
Here
Now
Remember the Eldridge
And the son of the scientist
Military grade vengeance
So many tensors
Walnuts
Thauce
Kys
So much depends on the little red wagon
a poem by Victor Fleetwood Hawley, Canada
My red wagon is so much fun.I love to play with it in the sun.It moves so much stuff for me,sometimes I park it under a tree.I go realy fast downhill,you see.Just my red wagon,and me.I have crashed it more than once,sometimes,I cant play with it for months.My dad fixes it up,and paints it bright,Now I"m dreaming of a bike.
These dragons are fierce
I have been polite and timely
Kys
ITS ring and rod
Ol text
Q is a symbol
Form a circle
Then draw a line
In formal logic
It's leading the question
Apply different principals
Come to a conclusion
Q->P~C
Pythagoras's War
Fought with fava and salt
The war for beans is really old
Dr Phil gets pick of the litter
@OPkebab.exe
Allahu Akbar mofos
They were pushing a false flag on sc to forvebsky
It's a dumb looking thing
But records all of the deceit
CAlrcha taught it English
idk the backfeed explicitly
Replaced something else that was older
The Red Wagon
When I was a 6 or 7 old boy,
my mother bought me a red wagon.
I loved this wagon.
I would pulled my friends in it.
I imaged I was a bus driver.
My friends would line up
at designated street corners,
and I would pick them up.
Too many kids would want
to join in on the fun,
and I was too stupid to say no.
I would pulled when my red wagon,
was stuffed with fat and little ones.
I would get tired but I never
turned any children away.
I loved making the other kids
happy. I still do that today but
with reservations.
I want to make my friends and
family happy, I wish I could take theirs
and my own problems away,
and that we can pile up in some
red plane or red boat or a red car
and forget about it all.
But, none of us are children anymore
and my red wagon is too over wrought
to even carry me.
Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2012