Knitting Needle Versus Irons

A vibrancy on a washing line is often likened to a knitting needle in a hailstorm. Fold away the parachutes of umbrella and kneel down on a thistle. It is rather comfortable when it is in flower. Dashing darting deriving daffodil draperies. And a large hairy dog playing with a hula hoop. Whirling. Good. Woof woof then. Over nineteen thousand feet the parasol leans into the wind. Ornately dressed in flowery patterns and sheets of ancient chiffon. Curvaceous corrosive callings of a breeze. And a wide angled bucket in a yard pondering the sky. Question not the arrival. Question only the departure. And such is the word of the thesaurus on a train. Hahahaha now go and eat the high tea. Hahahaha flimsy wheeled and heeled skirts and blouses. Crusty blooms. Goods granting gables. And a wand from a stone. Fabled frog frivolities. Haha xx xx number of peas over there chanting pod pod pod. Lovely enchanting. Xxxxx gastronomically z