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sausages mash and peas

Slowly climb the leaning tree and learn about leaves
Count them
Count the corners
The points
The colours
And when you have completed this climb back down but quickly this time
For this is a process of professionalism and professionalism is neither a professor picking potatoes and nor is it a pale portly peach in a pothole

A seasonal session is a lesson indeed
And when to amass such knowledge and gain such insight
Structures that know no surrounds are the enemy of the lines
Drawn out lines are a plan to cage
And taunt the chambers
And dwell in thin cabled networks of plasma

No controlled steam could grow a stem on a concrete path
And no wave could flow from a tap
And no free flowing river jet could burst out of a water spray
And in a jury clad case of fast measures it is best to be a frog
Leaping
At top speed
Especially when the case being heard is not a suitcase patterned open and shut one
It is a fact versus fiction
To whom should you place your beliefs then
Belly laughing buttoned buffoons
Bellowing

Oh and before the programme shuts it must be said that apples always follow pears into the food bags
For the comfort element
But oh no the screaming plasma of an electrified plant
But the kindness of the acacia berry is renowned for giving the electric a mild boot
Foreknown is not often a foregone conclusion and conclusions are neither a clinking chain nor are they a clapping chunk of pineapples in a picture window

So now all can see and smell the garden pollen, perhaps it is time for the just and dutiful cause of the lawnmower
To pull itself out from the dust and cobwebs and pull the grass out with such force that all windows break

Oh wow adjudicating ant is clapping wildly in fur surrounds

Z Formicidae Z at 40 round beetles kicking a stone into a puddle to 18 wild and infruiated beads of corn
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