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pink pims and pom poms
An alabaster in a tight fitting top cannot squeeze into a convertible Mercedes Benz as fitting a box into a circle is not a pleasantry nor a pheasant flap. Peace be unto the signalling on a railroad crossing for llamas can be very daring and attempt to alight the passenger trains. But overloaded freight trains are supposed to be dormant but they spring to life with the passing glance from one semi retired daisy on a lawn. A lawn is not keen to become involved in such rapturous rioting reels instead it just prefers monotone monotony of mow mow grow mow. And the fanciful flight of the particular tea cup is to be taken to the spew brigades of speeches coming from tantric turning towers of a tinsel aspect of high rise heel. And still the bacon is coming via an invite as well as all the vast numbers of snow geese, hedges in a fruit basket, lanes over twenty hours long, and a little piece of pillow. That is a great traditional picture for the hour and its transition will rely heavily upon the transport network services. No urinal could ever stand up in a tirade of hail and a bowl in a restroom is accustomed to the tinkling of bells from the visiting swans adorned with peacock jems. Sparkle then. Go on shine shimmer and shimmy around in a shirt. Wow. Wobble the jelly of an oversized gut. Cute I think not said the tiny floor plaque in a corner. And around the corner came a wading doormouse in a washing machine. Door open. Door shut. Great. Fascinating isnt it? Cake carnivorous coming clap clap clap. Hahaha plate in a pleasing pose. Hahaha leopard print pie. Xxxxx xenophobia zzzzzz

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