Fracking Falling Failing F F F X 123
Horse hill, ham road or sheep street. All is the same for a lorry down a lane. Huge efforts are made by beaming booming trucks. And blocks are not soft cubes. They are brightly lit canopies and a seance of senses. It is often wise to form a queue when threatening a field. Wise is the fauna. Alive is the weaponry skills of a thistle. And catering clap of dandelion. A tree can hold the ground intact but a well whips the soil. Water wasting wheeling wounding. And a myth rising. To rue is to be rubbished and rubbish is the rubble of the tyrannical toil of toxic traps. Merely an iron then. Radioactive decay of an ancient glow can cause a king of old to come. Oh good. Gooseberries clapping and cheering in coats hugging the blossoming blackberries with ecstatic joy. Much knowledge in a shrew ball. Delve diving digastric divas. No ha ha as all is saved by a curtain in a landing hedge. And a mountain of millipedes and a ten foot moth in a coat. Questionable. *** monetary *** gained Gaia gifts gratifications xxxx
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