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Quickly quickly now quack quack quock" said the rook on a rock by the dock at six o clock. But no rock ever did tock so no quock could be audible now could it? Who on earth has really ever heard a quocking sound? Well one should visit in the rainy season. Coughs do not sound like a standard quack. They sound like a quock. And a quock is not a quake and a quake is not quivering, quarterising, nor is it a quintessential quartet. A kilo of a viola is akin to a shy trumpet. And an eskimo dressed in a tank top could roll down a grassy slope quicker than a jar of collected pennies. Dare to jump over a kerb? Wrestle with a set of giant keys? Well firstly one must jump over a train, a plane, and mind the rain. Hahaha rhyming is dining out today. Hahaha the wristwatch is swapping colours for a mild dews formation. Hahaha compiled cards comes cantering cheerily. And a hexagonal xylophone delivers a representational speech. Xxxxx restorations z z z z z at forty five dips to fifteen tacos.

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