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Are you really going to tickle a dinosaur foot with a stone feather? or throw beetroots?

Who would attend a pterodactyl party? A daisy? A wallflower? A creeping jungle tree vine complete with snakes, ants and a sloth? A painting? Well it is really obvious what would attend such a glossy occasion. The miniature minotaurs of course. They are the only select group to pattern themselves appropriately. Turtles are barred from such occasions for their shells are considered to be incorrect reflection devices and incorrect reflection devices are neither deliveries dredging dinner demoniacs nor are they sandwich vans singing a la la la ding ding. Number that and put in a circle. Always drink tea from a rectangular cup and oranges jump from cartons so it is wise to place them in a huge triangular formation then place it upside down in a van. Great. Pins pans and popsicles in a turning device. Whirring. Noisy isn't it? Whirrrrrrrrrrrr.......and on and on and on. Ceaseless. Careless. Crafted is not clever. And cleverness is neither a clod a clump nor a cantering cow on a moonlit motorway in a prefab skirt. Bright red mooing lips moving round and round. Grey ground curtsying and capsizing a trellis boat by a little five foot house. And a guard frog belches noisily and scares intruders away. Fascinating that is don't you think? So go attend the hall of hounds in a alkaloid dress and pipe suit. Must be spotted though. Or you will be denied entry. Ok then. Radiating reading buds burping. Z hypotenuse Z at twenty nine little stereotypical street cars chatting to street lamps sharing a portion of chops and curry to seventeen gammon steaks on plates fringed with gold leaves. Z XXX ~ e 109.010 y t y * |_~}{][^0=!#%#%*\/\/\/~~~ with a dramatic _.

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