Feral Passing Peas
A rabbit and a currant had a race once up a very vertical hill. Upon arrival it was said to be the place of much dignified worship in many a tunnel. But thus was neither planned nor placed. Ironing out the demi pleye in a curtsey of a wide visionary curtain carefully sprinkled with the dust from a fly floor but fly floors are neither flying nor fancying a cup of greasy tea today. A mix up of mayhem in a moving wheel so hold on very tight to a throttle. Wings waiting wingspans willing writing. And a dose of the juice from a pebble is equivalent to a tiny piece of emblematic cereal of wild and strong oats. Oats can operate even in a smoky room. Signal then. Left right. And manuscripts manoeuvre well in a basket of breads, manure, and fingers plus toes of an eel. Hahaha blossoming bacon hahaha burping baboon bringing bananas xxxxx empennage Z z z z z Z z Z z
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