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A raccoon met a dustbin and began a chat. A curry in a barbeque had a very tasteful hat. In the world there was nineteen fish with arms talking about tailoring a view. Where they were exclusive to seeing the new. The ones who arrive are the ones who have left. But first a treacherous time of tyranny and theft. As the gathering of the worms alight the train. They notice the repugnance of many a stain. And an enquiry shalt read like a diary. But in differing formats it is often hard to ascertain which is the correct document. This is also due to the insane hoppings of the frogs in robes and suits. We are many. They are few. Awaken now. Because this is all very true. The vistas will open. The snobby will fall. Not all of us wish to fine dine in a hall. Whilst many go hungry or sleep in a mall. Made to feel small. Oh mishpah and doltan arriving at speed. Sparkle of the silver plate whispering take heed. And all this whilst the bickering bonking bombing is occuring? Whilst the dish mops spin lies? Whilst the masses believe? Which the terminology of an ice cube is very direct and diverse. Diameter demon demonstrated dogmatic dramas. Deranged. And emblematic cannot form in a natural surrounding. Blissful bouncing ballooning balls blossom bringing birth brilliantly. Many colours. Many hues. Diary circumference of a flow. Good. But no haha no xxxx institutionalised z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
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