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Do Not Don'T

A ten pence curve on a nine cent? Oh dear. It is a shame when the circles form. Either a circumference is allowed to exist or it is chipped away. Thus is not the fault of the peasantry nor the fault of a passing fallow deer. It is merely the eradication duty of an authorisational ball of fur. Blurred out. Blacked out. So cannot always be seen except for the eyes of a lizard lounging beside a rock pool. Besiege not a frozen free falling pan of casserole. For when it explodes there are way to many components to collect. When angles are sharp the birds call. When twigs break the ground laughs. The trade deals from an ironic ignorant ignoramus are destined to be ignored as all shall mount the horses and trot off underground. And of course underwater. But hesitate not oh those with no neigh will be baked, fried, and served to the sky in rapidly increasing dust clouds. So do not consider a clicking kitten shoe show to be sexy. For it is an aversion of very demonic drains. Derive not an arrival list from a shooting star. And weary not when travelling over the weekend plates. For it is best to support barbeques than cast banquets. Leering laughing lolloping lecherous lingering lines. And a great big dollup of iced tea. Take one not two. And whirl around. In a foreground sense it is the duty at this time to carryout teapot missions in a global scale of tee. Miss one mouse then a house would topple. So go and eat now. Fifty three toasts and a melon jam with cream. Goodnight said hello to the sun. Something of importance in a carbonated blanket. Dig dig dig. Pickle the pig lights up at night in the far east. Good. Great. Fantastic. Toys then. Haha haha and a bean sprout in pin striped suit. Hahahaha and a little man too. Xxxxx flesh fakes xx categorisation Z z z

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