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A ramble in a bramble kisses a shoe horn in a window box

Having deciphered which tunes and vibrations cause reactions it was time to make everything the same really. Shame it was that day for the creative crab. Whose sideways step now had to fit a formula. The ones that had gone before were ok though and bounced freely around making their own splash. Creative crab felt very very sad. He would never make a splash would he. Combinations of repetitive words strung together. Monotonous money making moguls mincing music mixing metaphoric mess. It was learnt then underscored. Dressed appropriately. And instructed. A bit like a giant army of clones. But not clowns. Clowns were too renowned to ad lib acts so they were banned. Into tight little woven shells then chucked into a depth. Heard to chuckle occasionally but never to dance nor sing. Nor entertain. For entertainment was strictly prohibited. And was only ever made for the control of nets from boats, that circled the world. Gathering up vast shoals of fish and sea fodder to utilise against an already harnessed ocean. Representative of one central angle in a rod view of one but now many due to consumption numbers. Listening in a line then? But no rich vibrant piece of art work was ever really produced using lines? Or a graph? Paint a sunset with one colour then. How rather fantastic and creative that would be. Glow in a woe using a toe to print the canvass black and white? No colour belongs in a set out frame of nothing.
But seated in a single candle flame arrives a birth of breath. Imagine going for a jog with your legs in a bowl and dragging a rag behind you! Is that not the experience of true freedom?
WOW
The lower leg lemur lowers leaves leaving leftovers learning leaning links. And kicks to the clocks is great fun, particularly whilst shaking a sparkly stick around your head. Try it and see for you will be surely amazed by the difference it makes. To everything. It is said that it is neither an outrage nor a snout snaffle that waffles prefer in the season of the snow. In fact to stress and dress appropriately is often delighting the garments for they hear the thoughts omitting from bodies. Bringing a half baked pie to a relay race in time for the starting whistle, is a fantastic idea really. For running with a pie in one's hands is, far better than running with a baton. and who on earth would run then not eat anyway? 
Tepid motorways often dispel great myths but do not tell any stories for they are tarmacked over any trace of a fable. Pterodactyl in a car and a tyrannosaurus rex in a lorry often meet at service stations and chat over coffee that costs way over the price of a bag of pink possums. How placid is a place-mat? Picking the pen's mind today. It wants to write about the dinosaurs on the roads. Their meetings haunt his mind. He had a dream. But the pen had no ink. And so he turned to the laptop which shut immediately in disgust. So the pen jumped into the bin and slammed the lid. 
Z Sovereignty Z at 55 slippers sitting on a carpet staring a dog in the eyes to 14 horses cantering around a kitchen annoying the saucepans. X
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