Dover Chile

we found blunt consumables harrying around the rocks, looking, no doubt for some blunt edged roadies

in mortimers hole gwendoline got a dinner up for the spooks and wine tasters - no-one was inglorious

maastricht. recompensables, consumables, vituperative and swollen, they gashed and foibled - astrakan.

but the most benzamine was kenneth. He positively bore fruit at the assembly all night long with jane.

I didn't know whether to calculate the lumbar number or foul the dowel but senicky said: " just cant"


we all watched snooker and venerated calf. the score was not nor was what we were fighting for. war,

the second. out of words, i ran, falling for wards and boards and hoards but never the price was paid

for love. by the computer was I born and shown and something of their number had bonked mother.

On the nose of all prose, as proud as gambling, the National Grand Settee worrying, looking, getting

at me. Cornwall goes up and down. the first economy lesson, music and politic was wholed from that

long gone dover. I lean.

Oh, Chilli........