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It is time. Yes. It is time. Time for all time telling devices to climb up trees. The grandfather clocks can climb the oaks. The watches can climb the willows. The alarm clocks can climb the alders. The mobile telephones can climb the maples. The sun dials can climb the strawberry trees. The waterclocks can climb the western redcars. And all computerised devices can climb the conifers. Then all must set alarms for the same time. And then in unison chime chime chime, beep beep beep, bring bring, and musical notation on a monotonous roll, and of course primarily tick tock tick to accompany complete harmonics. It will be truly amazing won't it? The sounds emitting from the trees from the clocks. In a whirl of citation a tome can take a talon and stretch it to a syllable. But a syllable is not sellable nor sealable. And all sections of several secretions are delivered by swooping secretaries who deliver only a casserole in a cup. Yes a cup. Why not? Tapping one's feet whilst writing a beat is akin to the defeat of a neat and tidy heirloom disturbed pictorial cue and a porcelain pig of over three thousand tons in weight wears a flowery wig and a multicoloured hat when weaving around the weather with rotary blades allowing the snout to rise into the air and circle the grounds. Oh! The jar of skewers has opened itself. Here they come. One by one. Standing. Making a fence so the meats and vegetables can compete in jumping contests. It passes the time quite nicely. Admirably. Great. To epitomise the peeling is to peel a peeking duck. And to fortify is to give fortitude to a French fries packet which arrives at quarter past two to a meeting gate. Driving a yellow car with curved windows. To allow only a piece of light because a lot of light would cause the packet to burn and this would cause a whole cavern of chaos to alight the triangular horse formation which prances in the yards of palaces at great volumetric measures with no outcome for outcomes ate outer offices and outer offices officially opened orifices octagon ally to orange peel claps and wingspans of elephants, mongeese, turtles and frogs. This was a lizard tune. Da di dah di dah then. Fantastical whimsical ideology of a cheese board where the meeting of many cheeses from around the world formed an alliance to fight against the grapes and knives. Then climb down from the plates and boards and sail away in little packet ships formed from the little decorated wrappers left by guests at the guesthouse prior to the discussions. And all the while the gnome was looking for his spectacles joined and assisted by a plate of seaweed with big muscles. Clams cheering creating comedy. And a jester fish was bringing a song and a dance to entertain the bulbous eyes of a little flower seed. Ha the writing of an article is an articulated acrimonious artefact attesting almighty allegros. Ha the dancing waves of the sinks in many houses worldwide. Xxxxx cosmologically z z z z z z at fifty spoons to twelve turtle ducking doves diving in a pond of misted multicoloured mornings. Z
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