The flowers on your dress say a lot about you. They tell me you like flowers. That's nice.
Flowers sit distinctly on a park bench, chatting this way and that about the weather.
The bees seethe in themselves, taking away indignity with fresh helping glares.
Gallop along in your relationship, we all see how tired..
Let me be explicit, for once:
God wants douf54hsal@%df'EJFOI42
BUT MAKE SURE you do not fjig1``hsgg;94w
and never, ever, eat 28hzlmmn1#%&(
I probably don't need to say this but it's not allowed to put your qwaff3l889WWQ in a woman's LKmcx7^^4112.
And for God's sake do not jsja27423dasmfnskfbwp9efy239f23irnwkdqsd qwdhf weurhw fdkewofef;e';d's;dalj8y3eyabLJ DL;;ihpifhweiojlew/.sdogihfey37w87r FDLSDJFOSDU83iuu1y2322*&^#%*!23yuh4j3nn@*(^(*YkjfishlHKKFIDUFOUDHFDFSGSDG
"It is all darkness."
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