Metric Meteology
An absorbent allotment. And a pile of interestingly aligned vegetables is merely a soup pot in a ground. Garden then. Wow. Swooshing a washing basket. Swapping sunglasses for a basin bomb. And sausages form an orderly queue. Wow. Wishy washy turpentine. Trousers in a cycle are dresses drying in paint. Code of coffee tables. Arriving then is an out of tune pancake song. Flat. Experience no exciting existential exotic earthworm then. Tidal bead is a clap clap clap. And pistol whipping is a whale in a circular skirt and a suit and tie on a supermarket often goes for long walks in the countryside. So speaketh the elephants, bins, saliva's, and a salvia plant. 7001 statements of intent huddled together with 5 rhyming couplets, a haiku, and a waving comma. Hahaha liquidise then deliver. Hahaha tong of tusk. Hahaha platoon partying. Xxxx dusky dwarf dance. Xxxx and a rate of interest rates speedily heading up a mountain pass. Xxxxx meteologist z z z with the obligatory p y q.
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
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