What Could This Thing With Greasy Soles Be?

Adam spong stories
ilvermorny fanfiction by adam spong

It has greasy soles and i am thankful for. Praise be to my tired taste, which is not refined. Rarely have greasy soles been so tastie and reminded me more of the toe tickles of a wild hamster.

Its taste is as flawless as an exemplary, giant ruler, which has been measuring my bravely in the magical, quiet hall of ilvermorny.

Naturally, it has all written in my notes. My ilvermorny diary the glory of a diary. There is nothing like a diary to keep one in the student mind,that once one walks around New york to feel the magic.

Lest not forget the lonely, little look of a lively adam spong dancing and singing.

Like honey drippers the spong poetry too falls like greasy dreams.

What blows my wind. You’ve guessed it; it’s a wild newspaper!


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