Leotards versus jumpers but just what one per cent will actually climb a tree
One day an ancient barrel decided it had truly had enough as it tripped over a bale of hay on the staircase. ENOUGH he shouted ENOUGH. But the only thing to hear this cry was the walls and floors who looked on in hasty disregard. All they were concerned about was mind ingestion through liquid contact. Scrubbing swashbuckling swaddling striped silky sunbathers. And a mystical glow from a block of cheese was placed on a cracker then consumed for consumers carry cars carefully and a marriage between a fork and a knife can often result in many a ladle being born. Uncharacteristically of an unchartered flight with no pilot. And no stewards either. Just one acorn shaped passenger with a parachute. Jumping. Nose to tail. And a little wobbling plate of moose was often a multicoloured mess. Splat. And spoke to spokes on a three wheeled bike so easily as if it had known them all its life. Wow. Fragrant fashionable fickle fortresses. And a large bang of a bongo booming. Time to chop an eel then. Isnt it? Polling pools picture pollination play. And a diagram of a citrus tree is about as useful as a map of a jam jar. Haha palatable patted patterns pointing hahaha triangular key swiping a door. And a spotted eel and snake in jumpers are far more sensible than a worm in a leotard Xxxxx palatalization z z z z z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017
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