Eleven Flavours On a Table

A seam in a sock is a whistling clock. Wheelbarrow hours like a treading of grapes for wine. But swamped with the rest of the waters, teas, coffees and creams can bring a mingle of music to a break. But breaks are not breaking nor brave really for the breaks are merely for beakers and brooms. Who enter rooms and chat in slow monosyllabic voices with largely low accentuated accents. Apathetically apples appear appropriately at a arch. And the dust busters move in with their cloths and clothes hinged with a tinge of lint emulsion spray. Lint emulsion spray is quite popular and should never be confused for a carnation, a carriageway, a cart horse or a canned carrot cake. It is to be said that there is over one million ninety three thousand nine hundred and fifty three trees lining up in the foot long yard. How rather interesting that is really? And to say hello from the frozen pieces of pie is to take the meaningless ingredients for a walk on an extendable lead. Well they must exercise mustn't they? Little pieces of cut meat and vegetables love to run and run. And sauces can climb quickly over stiles. Ha the bracken bracket beckons to a bullfrog. Ha the deluge of indelible inks in a cotton shield of sanctification. Ha shoes on a coat walking with a petticoat in a goblet. Xxxxx therapeutically z z z z z taking the washing line and abseiling down the stairway of the breaded grassed house of Oven. Z