KYCKLING 1

Knighting a chicken patty back in that year made me sir barn-boy, and I was sighting the pickings with grabbing and tax in that flyer to share and save, my spree became concerned and again back to the farm was my ploy, the lightning of my quick spent shoes of flash leads and potato sacks had my timbs on track and geared and unafraid was myself with "fifty" ready to splurge with darn-joy

Yearning had my liberty torch go up to their north, It was "Coop Alvdalen"

Co-burnings so glad with "fry" once had my gizzardly fourth flow with trust, my few peers did court with huntership, It was "Coop Alvdalen"

Knighting a chicken patty back in that year made me sir barn-boy, they were kiting and fisting with lifts of towering babbling, their task in the road of "hat" no longer had myself the miser, I was prepared to behave, and care for the "wabe", seas undrained became bon-merged, plain were the stacks, the crew under jah had no harm, their list was yoi, and hyped wins had doves fly, the dwellings of bricks did wend for the engine being used, my belt leads so unrisked did depend on the lord's retention before the of them freeing "they were overdue", a plus was my last atm feed, the of me blunderbuss cashed with keys, and so just was their stash of unoversead chickidees being on freeze, I was bound to be Tom Plato with hacks, Calm saves of joe were relaxed, the lawns of their moos and great mos no longer had me taxed, glad were my limbs, the pat-pads being slim were bound to be packed, with my hands and steers the sun of the wabe put trust back into my in-dived-belt, my card of the gift was thrifty, I was driving steady, with nothing to lose their ad-words had my lift, I was bound to be parmed-mccoy, alarmed was ploy, no harm in filling the void, my mind's farm had their toy, I was warm with double yoi's

Learning with mad wise fidget speed had me drive to their front porch, my bones were to bust, high with new unfear, had myself the cid out of the fort and stick to the lunger-drifts, It was "Coop Alvdalen"

Inside of emerging with turned deeds, it was rad, the ride was bizzed sturdy and wizzed early, before it un-scorched, my load of rust, along the road to dusk was to use the blues and care for the rapports, It was "Coop Alvdalen"

No other grocery store quite like them could have me on a journey

Go butter I said in the mode of glee, I really did soar with might before the night, the wend to their hood was grabbed, kites, birds, bees, had dawn's bluh morning

\- Avalon Dakota

\- 5-22-26

\- 9:51 PM

\- KYCKLING 1