Is It Milk, 'You Utter

Frequent shoppers are we all well in quite the honey drew from Bonny knobs just a cup of milk in life he sought. Lips pursed and shaking hunger driven thoughts of you river streams all have dreams heavens dew, I knew. Glasses full half in half cream butter such are lovers seen. Tipping arms that walkaways churn lovely is her name to know. Flying across green fields expand eye to eye can't see them all those wooden fences hungers sheen flavors misty sky I call. Favors lace a silky place just in chance of line to time play one day.