Ambush comes to stove

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Hush hush Gravy, my luscious lips, slim and brazen, want to graze on thy hips; thingertips, shoulders abrade. Will you be my Wasted? Trading with thy devils maybe, luring biased scardy cats and triomes, what want to be God on their own Navel-GazI Navy... Then the hares want to blush for the wolf to dance, the stove has to give the ambush contemperance and sublime those desires mush, what have not been met in single dating actions -- Stance the balance Manse the rush-hour Schadtach; Meshach; Abednego in the fiery furnace for the Balthazar cunni(Ng)lingo the runes in tune of your Gringo to Z'Ha'Dum Indigo your Suns, stunning graves entombed the bum barrelrun, lunging the grants of moral outgunned nuns on the outer fringes of the Bastille and Concorde conclaiving the Cordoban for your Spanishoes!