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Indelible Indigestible Ineffective Inks Baking a Pie With Mouldy Fruits

A clicking clock is a sound warden. A stereo monologue of one syllable. Like an om om. But an om is neither an omega nor a nom nom. And nom noms are said to be as righteous as driving around a drive or a lane with a clear view in sight of a previously blanked out blanket trees. Blanket trees are so very comfortable. Great aren't they?. Loose leaf pillows and a solid base trunk. Unbelievable the sights and sounds of a sewing and knitting course. Click click then but no den made in a duplex pile of material crocheted hems. Cross patch then. Ha ha mr whippet playing with a block of blue ice cream. Ha mangled moöns drying after spin cycle. C v dancing with bodies in a clearing. Clap. Operatic ostriches neighing to ovations. X x x x x incineration z z z z

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