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Knock Knock Open door. We’ll look who’s here Who would have thought, and so unannounced. I won’t ask how are you, and don&rs..

The egg was formed through fowl play never a foul moment.

The extension of today comes in the form of a package called tomorrow. Go pack your things, we’re leaving.

In living memory most memories are presented dead on arrival when the moments slipped away.

He who turns his back on tomorrow will not leave today.

The future will divide and separate your crowd from past and present while adding a glimpse of multiplication.

You’ll find there are two types of people: those that come completely assembled and those who come in kit form. Come as you are.

Love orchestrated chose the chords that played the heart strings.

She’s no cyclist however, under cover at the stroke of midnight I saw her ride two a breast nearly all night so it seemed.

He who makes the paths will lead us for these roads are heavily marked.