Stringed Routine 2

I wasn't had and I was preparing to pass, I was glad and raring for the task, I was a lad of caring and class, it was mad, I was bearing my mask, my stand included licks so daring and fast, in the pad I was finally sharing at last

My guarantee being iron clad was "sin-searly" not yet out of gas, I had a childhood dream fad which was appearing in front of the window's glass, bear leads of rad wearing was fareing with jazz, I was dad for here-ring's hasp, and the sad jeering was an admired-sacked ask

* Avalon Dakota

* 4-4-26

* 10:40am

* Stringed Routine 2