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Half an hour catching stone swans on a very thin window ledge thirty foot from the ground is not a pleasant way to spend the afternoon. And neither is running at great speed down a heavily tarmacked road or lane. It os imperative to use gravitational force when taking the bins outside and bringing in the recycling food container requires a fork lift truck. On a really hot day always wear a suit of armour if visiting a beach for a paddle or climbing a very high peak. Oh and dipping toes into a river can only properly be achieved in a pair of winter boots. Ten tick tocking seconds later the devices hum in static motionless silence and the breeze from the window often feels akin to a breath of a cow, a horse belch, or a fattened belly bottom belch from an old decrepit toad. Count then. 1 2 3 4 5 etc and then back round. Good isn't it? And whose idea it was to place the items like that?. They do not like it and further the feather the flock flecked flexibility. And then into the archetypical arrival. A ground is not a grater nor a note and notes spin when spinach says hi. Save sayings salivating stomachs. Signed signets. And a little piece of pie ingested is a nice polished way to finish a day. How rather refined then. Wow. Haha the brewers of basins and breasts of baths bring bopping baps. And a half loaf is eaten by a portly pig. Out and in and around. Xxxxx archetypical z z z z at forty one peas to three carrots creaming in a time consuming soup on a hob.

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