Oh my dear Sarah P.
How I must see you in the south of France!
For you are fortold and your words are almost gold
And for you I do speak with a tripping beat!
Sarah Palin is an officer of the permanence of the scholastic hope of lapsing into sound sleep while looking out the side window during mathematics class.
The S is a serpentine S and it clearly indicates that our Dear Favorite is a better mind only when it comes to doing her own taxes when she earns 6 million a year.
Her P is a continuation of her friendly first name and by doing so, Sarah ensures that her gold is good but only so much that the gold is on the first floor of the lowest of the lowest skyrises. Her P is a conquest P and it shows that Sarah is busy betting on rugs and clam shells in life rather than attending to the satisfaction and hopes of a real future.
Her l in Palin is a sickening fall of esteem and captivation.
Her r in sarah is a lost cause.
Her a in sarah first is a fat swing of second hand intellect. The second a is a continuous working of a loopty loop (as it seems) that indicates that our Favorite VP candidate from yesterday is efficient, yet not so enveloped in the freedoms that she seems to think are hers to formulate and displease.
Her a in her last name is as the A in Sarah, but it lacks a little magnification.
Her signature fades off into the corner and that is fine by me.
Sarah Palin would not be too keen on showing her ghost image to the children of tomorrow, but lets face it, she is a friend who will keep offering use manuscripts of the condensed attention of a flea bitten magistrate of the most utmost cobwebbed world of upper class tiered shows of fathomable horror.
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