Hisory Lesson Among Stumpy Things

Lenin expected composure, not a shitty desert in the end. He didn't agree to disagree, he found out that the coolest lightbulb was his head. He got caught up, then he traveled far. When he dated Anne Frank, it was sweet and revolutionary. He was the prettiest skulking monster ever, and she was like a tight address, sinking. When everyone sold their homes, and went into furniture (food for thought), they discovered the embolism of just being there, where the group could see only the smallest view. Lenin stuck to a knowing smirk, which lasted well but didn't really inscribe. Mao got nasty about the cleaning, and you'll agree that others went south fast. Vietnam got ventured—trade name: Ho Chi Minh—with rubbery investment. When Lenin and Anne went there, jolly in spite, the land was purposefully jungle. All vying for top tree went for naught, tires were needed for the front. The front met the back, so radios were instigated for perfect communication. Around the sultry globe the word went out. We wait for it now.