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A nine mile shift with a roadrunner penguin is not really a relaxing way to spend a Sunday afternoon. And to hop on a squire bus and sing is often best achieved by the gatherings of larks who are often attracted to dust formations and cellular spittle. Of course one must hope that assistance is to be verified by a mountain of squashed eggs and peas in a frying pan or wok. But nevertheless seemingly shy is the sadistic sawdust whose patterns create weapons on many a floor. Globally. Wow. Oh how amazing. A matador is throwing a coat around in a playground stomp centre. And the dorsal fin of a helicopter shines most brightly at a discotheque for to whirl a bright orb on a ceiling is to cast radiant beams in a dark noisy boom room. Wow the auric essence of a hand wash is arriving to cleanse a sinkhole. And a sinkhole is neither a ships stern nor a straw sieve. Save on ice cubes then you may need them to plant some lovely currant trees whose blossoms.signify and herald a returning of a raspberry coat of arms for the potato army. And the emblematic achievement of vegetation is immense, real and very impressive too. Wading through a circular formation of a ground sheet is rather formidable for a little ant whose antics amuse and surprise the tarpaulin which blows big bubbles in a tumultuous breeze. Opinions of other otters occasionally officially offer octagonal onions. And a delivery of twelve squirming octopi can occur accompanied by large amounts of door knocking. Haha a burger balancing on a bed with bleached mushrooms hahaha billiards bringing ballrooms xxxx in fluctuation z z z z z z go meet a pickle and cheese dressed in a ham slice dress. Z

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