Dolmades from Spear by pleistocene

Cleveland girls on the weekend cycling Cayahoga Valley. Missing calls so to beat the sun fall heavy on the pedals. In St. Louis meanwhile beauties have their toasted ravioli. South Bend broads go to Notre Dame if that's what they're after. Life is raw in Saginaw but they know to factor. Take it back in Pontiac, rust belt girls will run the track. We'll be eating dolmades by the water. Buffalo and its western glow, I follow it on weekends. My blood draws then the ice starts thawing through the veins it's beating. I'll be there in a cloud of fear with one deep breath blow it out of here. We'll be eating dolmades by the water talking about tomorrow.

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