The maple leaf chew is a leaf rolled up by hand and finger gathered in fall from the tree and branch yet, not off the ground. It is the fresh weather chew that comes too you of the season. From the air the feather knew of once dusky weather they say they also, they also knew.
Unlike the ground tobacco of Copenhagen chew, that one the flew was free for he knew it true. Unlike the ground weather of the soul in rainier deather it knew no beads of the dusky dues. That is all I shall say of that sad, sad day I like the others in there own way. So on to this review. This review for you of the maple leaf chew.
Does is take you on long, long shews of all the ones you ever knew? Well no, no that is your weather your Merry Weather in his home land he once knew, as Missoula, Montana. So don't the Canadians have a million of what had once been given to you. No, no not that either in brassin lights it's colder there there heart is true. We have one last question of you. What was her name when she gave it to you....
That neither did I nor or knew or know I no he's name in shadows of night we toasted under brassin lights. So that maple leaf was a man when he said his name to me. Yet I will not say his name to you his name he so tells, tell to, so far and few.
To summarize your bloggy man shoes I like the weather yet still I prefer the Copenhagen Longcut chew. For one reason; The Romanian I met in German shoes, Nurenburg they say of Southern Bavaria. Good bye to those it said it's fair through young man he knew.
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