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Welcome To Twerking Tree Tribe
Shining in the distance was a pinata shaped like round bubble A skinny limber boy yelled to his friend, “I will hit it on the double!” The friend was watching star lizard twist on mountain with his curly tail. Chuck, a skunk fox hybrid brought in bits and tatters of the morning mail. Larry, an unassuming chipmunk tossed around his ruffled lace umbrella. Dorothy, the girl in the slip dress told Larry he was an interesting fella. Chickadee was fearful of the palm with the leather chaps and third eye. Woe is me said the oak tree, I agree. I might even have to cry. Cartoon petroglyphs rounded out the twerking tree tribe nicely. Artist capturing everything complained, “does it have to be precisely?” A turquoise lady bug who was butting in rolled her eyes and said. You might leave out the chickadeel he is so still, I think he’s dead.
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