Cop. Internal. Pacifier. Viva. That ass. Everett. Crowd. Jigaboo. Dorothy Dandridge. My Mother. Helena Carter. Who’s that? What's it all about? Fraud. He’ll be 7.
Fraud
Who
Carter
Mother
Crowd
Everett
Cop
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Are you kidding? Oh, Good Grief. I'm supposed to know how? We take the moisture from the air. Split Lime. Split Lime The From Moisture T...
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