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Age old wisdom scarred not flamed. A dozen baked bees in an hour glass perturbed. And left undisturbed as a minotaur sunbathing on a single blade of grass on a sixty acre lawn. At dusk. At dawn. Week by week. But no lawnmowers. And it is to be ascertained that a fish bowl is not a serpent pulled inside out upon a circular globular glass. Ok then. One for memory bank but no banking involved in a skyscraper skim. For skimming stones is neither a scale, an octave, nor is it a radioactive material that smothers a bed. Manufactured by a slide. Wee then. Go on shout weeeeee. Surely western interfere of an uneven divide. Two ended manuscripts bow and scrape through the screening. Such interface.....wow......such ideas are neither neutral nor neutrophil. Ok. Great. Now the buds are areas nowadays and obsolete as a spelling test of ten twenty sixty on a business bus balancing over two hundred and forty five fish on a circuit of shape. Wow. Fantastic isn't it? And all the time a two millimeter choir boy sings alleluia and then eats porridge. Great. Oh haha so funny the people have arrived on time. Wow. Ha ha the pig is running around with a giant bread which has many wheels. Hahah playing piano with a timed tuned washing machine is quite remarkable and profound. For it is a diamond dish of display on a deity dish of difference. No ship now. Xxxxx bibliographical xxxxxx hexagon calling triangle to make a square. Xxxxxx z z z z z

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