A Sausage Casserole
A bee met an antelope. Rescued it with a spear. It did. That was sheer bravery to face such horn. When patterns of wings grow dim it is wise to fly around erratically thus eradicating the stench from a curdled curd drop. Brilliant. Just remarkable really. In such amazement the wild wizard whale drops his spoon. And the dusk shouts hello to the stars. Merely a fragment. A slice of time in a layered era cake. Great. And meanwhile a small footed deer trots past playing a ten foot tin whistle. Lovely Lively linking looking leaking leaning learning. And a cooked dinner looking for a plate on which to sit. Xxxx harmonisation harpsichord. Xxxx rationalisation Z so go pickle that in a pie of thought!
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