My Grace
Grace i fell asleep next to a brusque who wore a mask teaching him manners was a tusk like a toothless eating a rusk until dusk i woke staggered to the staircase searching for Grace to put him to his place as he was a disgrace to my face he got so irate as we chase him out the gate was this her date who stole all the rusks in the plate she starts to dectate,as we debate she cried by the bedside denied to confide i decided to go outside and i waited by the roadside the brusque went inside to preside. and i sighed...
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