Oink
I am working on a bridge. It is very wide. It is not high. I am very round. But I can fly. Flap flap flap causes pink rays although I have a scent of a sea. If I land sideways I can bounce. Although I do try to avoid gardens as sometimes it can be perilous in summer months due to outdoor eating. That would require heating. "ahhhh oink" scares me witless. But I have now made the bricks safe. Now others can use this bridge. Good. Portly painting printing prolifically promising pork. And an atomic leaf floating. Great. What time is the buffet? Oink oink oink. And a crust of bread burps. X industrialisation Z
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