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Ewe mite all ready sea there are two many weighs to spell write. Eye can’t bare to miss things because won or to of my coworkers peel with laughter when things are mist.
Their are two many topics to no about. Four example, won of the wrestling teem members couldn’t make wait and mist the meat. What do eye no? That through me off. Eye was udderly confused. It seamed rite.
The sports reporter rote that the gulf coarse was in grate shape, accept for a pear of wholes wear the greens had some bear spots. The due was knot bad, sew golfers mite get to sea a little role. A pare of golfers were tide for hi and were scene razing a bier to there lips.
Inn another addition, wee reed that a person fell down the stares to stairs of passersby. He mist a step because he was looking at a sail flyer too sale two Bermuda.
Then they’re was the thyme when a farmer bread his heard and seamed perplexed when won heifer couldn’t bare her calf. He kneaded help and through his pickup in gear while he scent a text two the sheriff to get out of his weigh.
Eye no its hard to believe but eye was once on the city counsel. Eye reported that the counsel will meat next weak and work on a knew policy for waist removal. Sum members seamed sew miffed.
Dew to my roll on counsel, eye wood sometimes boar my colleges hear at the office with knew items of counsel matters. Eye no some things were hare-raising tails!
Our neighbors two the east of hear have too complicate things four me, two. The Thier name goes threw computer spellcheck and becomes Their. Most of the thyme eye sea it.
Sum stories from Tails from the Graves were scent to hour paper and kneaded to bee formatted. Eye through myself into the work and seamed to dew well until eye wasn’t sure weather we were to respect the passed or respect the past and weather we were to tell one tail at a thyme or one tale at a thyme. Oh, wail!
When eye have enough knew stuff, eye mite knead to rite again. Four now, eye don’t want two ware ewe out. Its thyme to quit and make myself sum tee, have a role and lye in the son – unless its reigning.