Regurgitation
Baton equals nil in a race if a radioactive pigeon strikes a hammer made of metallic joo. In orbic centimeters count the sky curtains. 1 2 3 4 soon run out of time then the atoms raise a glass. Chinkity chink then. A booming banging crash. And such a waste of a vast emerald expanse is the yachts. Simply a battery barbeque on an ocean tinted mug. An exonerated economic development span can spin many a woven fable. Whilst a sea turtle bathes to breathe and bring forth new wisdom and lights. Missionary. Mission
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