Latitudinarian Laughing

The wandering clapping minstrels are akin to bees on a bed sheet. Webs are rarely over when woven from iron. But iron can be melted. Thus eradication is often a purpose of a very mild mannered seal. Even on a mild day a porpoise can swim great lengths. Long loving longevity. When a scarf us adjudicated by a fat wigged whale its time to pop out round sweets from a tin. Distances are no infringement and ignorance can be heard very loud from rows of jeering molluscs. In a bin that is in a straight line one can often find items of great use. Unimportant then is a universal trap. Traps can be broken and harmony foraged from the pieces. Items of solace. Oh great woe. Oh ministerial administered admired energies. Smile thinly fir dawn still arrives and with the passing flocks of dark birds in moonlight mists will inject infusions of calm to care for creation. Place not a talon in a bowl of soup. Quite ridiculous really is a triangular hat. Statues are not status. Stars staring solidly. All is earth and all is round. Inter correlated patterns. Many hue. Many colours. So manufacture not a chicken then. And never ever argue with the pan in a hat in the landing in the little house. Warriors warming went walking weaponry weaving wish dish fish. Xx delivering. Xx cones...xx latitudinarian. *** ha