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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The town which oozed the plain and lacklustre held them in a judo grip but by the same token itself seemed to become slyly going into step by step morph contraction. “Donkeys are symbolic to a vast extent. They exude such, indeed much ken. Are they guffawing at us? But just as you and I had our first encounter as children when on a short trip with our parents. It was one of the few forms of entertainment available in this mystery shroud of a spot. Where disposable income might be too easily disposed of.” Both Nigella and Nigel found that ever since they met whilst nourishing the donkey, this donkey, its Mise en scene, its portentous presence had this uncanny knack of pursuit of both of them. The strangest coincidences. Idioms, expressions, the way people interacted, the synonyms for donkey in this town created a situation where the word donkey and a donkey’s environs, and other creatures in the habitat had this hypnotising invisible secretive yet insidious skulk. “Have you even sensed, Nigella,a disconcerting shift and shunt this isolated district, the size, there has been a slow exit to boot. On boot. Does it have its own booty? We both smirk at that one. Even as we interact there is this intended or unintended prank simmering….somewhere. As if we might be shoehorned into a loosely scheduled drama.” Nigel and nigella often mused and bandied about words asinine and their variants. But devoid of concrete proposal or narrative life pulse in this strangeville of a town that was now a drift sand physically and in terms of folks who no longer existed resembled an abstruse puzzle when it shouldn't
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