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Tortoiseshell tulips often grow at left angles to the moon and are otherwise adjusted to a sealed lip of ground. But a curled canopy of shredded wheat and oats make even the wildest of gardens bloom. It is within the great oceanography of a garden pond that a frog captains a lily ship and focusses his attention upon net fly duties. Net fly duties should really be carried out by professional belchers and professional belchers are neither belly flopping divers or baseball beaks. So it is wise to dip ones toe into a glass to test the temperature. Well that's what the mouse said anyway. And the ideological wisdom of mice can be magically pronounced using an abacus. But only at cheese and wine evenings for cheese and wine evenings are shawls and suit occasions that attract the most elitist of the world's largest colony of mussels, prawns, earwigs, lemons, and flower garden eared people who line up to sup the wares of such an expanse of shipments. It is within a glitter ball that a long lost object can be found. Finding favours favourably finished flavours. And a catacomb filled with a million cats is not a basin of porridge jumping over a sealed off bridge. So it is wise to keep to the pavements of the static safety zones. So as to not be ravished, attacked and harmed by the many cotton buds who dance up and down looking for dramas. Didn't the little ant do well today in the gymnastics competition? Yes. And now it is time for the passing of the seven towel rails. Argument over. Good. Thoughts tailored tailoring traditional travelling. And an eavesdropping hawk swooping in a bright pink hat. Haha marks make make-up man hahaha left handed cooking device meets an array of teaspoons. Xxxxx intercontinental Z z Z Z

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