Painful to the legs. Almost smoke poured from the feet of the two hour walk.
Tag! Tag! Tag!
Go ahead, walk on ...
Humahangos and almost hang the tongue in thirst. Makes only to a great height. And at the same height on looked as though soldiers salute.
Stationary and tread of little feet, at the rhythm of both like small birds. Flawed path regardless, just to get the loves destination.
Huge walls, destroy fallen only escape. Fatigue and pain, ignored. John Mang pat, unique inspiration to continue.
Tag! Tag! Tag!
Go ahead, walk on ...
Rubbing the skin. Only bake strata foot King Day.
Walk, walk.
Not weary. No duck is hard. Just dash dash. Would only achieve this dream.
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