Our Uncle Jack inches towards the rainbow ruckus.
The psychics of trust miss the links for a change.
The blue-eyed boy of a monastery mints the spineless tricks of waverly wisdom.
Jacob becomes a ghost all at once.
Jackals are sometimes known for poisonous snakes waiting for their fatal bites.
They bury the best for their nepotism.
Their days are counted on their countless attacks of the innocent multitudes.
The silky smooth cobra slips out of its track to claim its supremacy.
Days are born with light and love.
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