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Sanity is a misjudged jump off a ship that is floating randomly. Currently there are eighteen currents. To be utilised is not always useful. And usefulness can be located in even the hardest wooden sieve. Take no camel to an ice skating rink. As it might fall. Hooves have hopping heaping hazards. So flick the lights on and signal when alighting a roadway. Now it is the time to make the gravy and serve the dish. It is very very important that the spoon enters at the correct angle. And the powder is added when the water boils. Not before. Or afterwards either. Today there has been fog,sun,storms,hail,mist,rain and an eclipse. Wow. Such a display in a forty foot sky piece. Akin to growing an oil painting in a greenhouse then? Yes said dustbin. It is. Most certainly. Hahahaha and xxxx and a z to it. Reflexologies

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