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Valentine's Day Tension and a Heap of Lavane (the tropical bliss)

Fruits, fruits, and chocolate
on Valentine's.

Or this,

A singled double trouble hotdog served at elementary because,

Their Dad is a cap on what's absolutely ridiculous in terms of living ways. And was.

Divide the cake or take the leap with bread baking and other goods.

 I'm going for the mainstream doodly de. And don't serve cake but glute on your next idea whilst outside and refreshed by flowers.

Men rule the Martyrdom since the dome got lifted. And that's odd because Mercury crashes in to the sun in 12 ways.

Let's take a moment for a peace together and walk gatefully with our new glutes.

This is a day in time by the sea.

There are many dolphins that let butterflies sent free.

And to put you at ease you always bake a Lavane at 400 degrees.

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