SANGRIA PROSE POEM
Salut a Sangria who is sitting thirsty on your lonely table winking on me anxiously to see how I say Salut a sangria when I am sitting thirsty across the lonely table anxiously and can not wait these few days to pass,if they may!
Salut a Sangria who is sitting thirsty on your lonely table winking on me anxiously to see how I say Salut a sangria when I am sitting thirsty across the lonely table anxiously and can not wait these few days to pass,if they may!
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