Elvis P.

Elvis P. welcomed my zs, it was seldom I heard the wall's mouse sneeze, but my belldom learned to call the house with the sea, before the well done alarm's word of Paul Doubt's wakeup please, my shelf of the level right by my knees, welcomed his rendition of Bridge Over The Troubled Trees

With selcouth shouting seashells I slept

The dream of youth's fountain and the free well crept

Judy with her horse of hooves sounding and of geeze-fell jumped over the moon and didn't weep with bets

Wake up you sleepy head and get your body out of bed was on the well list of Station B

Elvis P. then welcomed my backwards zs, then the swell hits of their hour of glee delved into a mix of his power of me, I could tell his quick towered leads, was one heck of a fit track toured feed

- Avalon Dakota

- 2-27-26

- 11:42am

- Elvis P.