Tie bonnet avert eyes walk plow field. Kissing don’t last, cooking do. Throw the horse over the fence some hay. No Sunday sales. Eat yourself full with dippy ecks, yah well, there’s cake back yet. Go out and tie the dog loose. Mow grass in bare feet toes all. Quit rutsching preacher says sit up straight, six-hour sermon Sundays.
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Eat yourself full with dippy ecks, yah well, there’s cake back yet. Kissing don’t last, cooking do. Make wet? Maybe. Ve get too soon old und too late schmart. Mow grass in bare feet toes all. Fill kettle carve rocking chair. It’s all schmutzed up now. Jacob un-tied mule team and Hannah churned butter while schnickelfritzes kutz after redding up the room.
No Sunday sales. Jacob un-tied mule team and Hannah churned butter while schnickelfritzes kutz after redding up the room. Quit rutsching preacher says sit up straight, six-hour sermon Sundays. It’s gonna make down wet looks like. Make wet? Maybe. Ve get too soon old und too late schmart. The candy is all. The shoo-fly is all, but there is cake yet.
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It’s spritzing now. Elam, throw Grampop down the stairs, his hat. No Sunday sales. Mow grass in bare feet toes all. Quit rutsching preacher says sit up straight, six-hour sermon Sundays. Ve get too soon old und too late schmart. Spread me all over with apple busser a piece of bread. Go out and tie the dog loose.
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Quit rutsching preacher says sit up straight, six-hour sermon Sundays. No Sunday sales. Ve get too soon old und too late schmart. It’s spritzing now. Throw the horse over the fence some hay. Elam, throw Grampop down the stairs, his hat. Outen the lights. The shoo-fly is all, but there is cake yet.
Ve get too soon old und too late schmart. Quit rutsching preacher says sit up straight, six-hour sermon Sundays. It’s gonna make down wet looks like. Spread me all over with apple busser a piece of bread. Fill kettle carve rocking chair. Mow grass in bare feet toes all. That little nix nootz stole the last homemade rootbeer. The shoo-fly is all, but there is cake yet.
Elam, throw Grampop down the stairs, his hat. Take buggy out wuntz while spritzing, eight-car pileup. No Sunday sales. Rumspringa weekends smoke cigarettes and watch TV. Throw the horse over the fence some hay. Mow grass in bare feet toes all. The candy is all. It’s spritzing now.