FRUIT

Fruit cocktail was to the rescue, the sweetheart tooth's buzz was for their swift loved best news

Ruth's squashed nail was to the wrecked moon, their seat's harped proof rushed plush cores geared with the fete's boom

Under the boot's knocked wail's thrust, feuds brushed west dunes, the lead's part smoothed just bucked doors, weird risks dubbed jet tunes

Idled was the commercial's land of one thousand dances

Tiled busts huzzahed strong portaled manned above puns shouting chances

- Avalon Dakota

- 9-2-26

- 3:14 PM

- FRUIT