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An Alert In a Skirt

An alert in a skirt is not skating today nor skiing either. I like the kitchen nice and neat and therefore I can have something nice to eat. Not that I am bowed. Nor allowed. Something you deny yourself, something you believe. Something you deny yourself is often better for your health but the wealth of the information that pours through the currents and channels is often akin to becoming a large oversized waterfall with an antelope at the apex. Antelopes are often located on slopes. Steep stepping stalking streaming stems then. Great how a dinner plate sparkles in it's glory then becomes tainted with the food. Great how the under-wiring of a mini oven can baffle even the most talented cleaner. Great how the shine of a mirror disappears with one loud sneeze Is that not all great and wonderful? It is with inspiration that the mop is held for mopping when uninspired is likened to building a church without a steeple. Fashionable it may be to question one may not wish to upset or irk the dustpan and brush over how many crumbs it has had in it's entire life. That information is contained by the bristles and the pan. Whirling dispersals of plumages can dispel demonic dregs. And so it was said that what was said meant that the said was said to be. And a twist and shout and an octagonal A in a 4567 in a myriad of swish curtain moves. Talented that is. No, really it is. It can have a migratory effect though upon the memoria of the hidden beams. With or without the thought gymnasts whose agility can manouvre through many a swamp, many a lake and many a pancake crust. Good WOW and a great big splooosh to it. Z Parastratiosphecomyia stratiosphecomyiodes Z At 32 cups of coffee wobbling down a road with 13 shopping bags of milk

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