Spotted

A teapot clapping is a fish bowl clucking and an irrespective thought can be as cloudy as a drop of ink on a page. Beware the trotting dusty bowl on trusted legs. Moving. Daring darning dancing dogs. And a monumental beak ironing. Oh well movies moaning. Meaning an explosion of fish darting around in the sky. Livingstone line linking lavishness. And a thrown fork is not a heifer toe nor is it a pointed leaf. Hahaha milking an egg. Hahaha ministerial mincemeat. Xxxxx aero sciences Z z z z
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