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Gone in the sty with a carriage frown, gone to the sty with a cabbage crown. Don't climb down the elevator go up the escalator. And mind your head on the wiry mixture above for conglomerations of conga eel cables can twist and turn at a huge rate so always keep head in a hat, a colander or a pair of socks wrapped around then tied in a bow. But a plaited and pleated plant can be used as a fine carousel and carousals are neither carefully caressing creatures nor are they creme de brule. It is the mild wind that breezes in through a window and sits down to a plate of fine dining. And it is the chef in the checkered hat that deliver a bath tub filled with calamari to a seafood supper. Ok then. Great. Now lets go sit immediately on the picnic rug. Ha x z and developmental z

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