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Invite To Mornin' Repast

Croissant, crisp buttered farm fresh marmalade is laid asking for a taste rape orange juice, just taken from crop gash cashews, fair and smiling roasted fine coffee, musky and tongue soothing hot bacons, succulent teeth, deep sunk eggs, laid by hen taking my name made in boil, scramble and lette thin crust of pizzaette, plain and meatless green tea, wafting by the sea simmering and naughty hunger, in the dews of morning after a run on health gun repast, invites would you join in?

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