the game is afoot
Did I push hard enough for purple? Asked Morse.
It is the color I wanted on my house of course
a fantasy of mine shown in kitchen fan and horse
One color is great, agreed his yes man, Borse.
What kind of game is this, if you please?
This question came from the sandwich of cheese.
I think purple is wonderful, the butler said.
Looking fine in glossy and flat, it makes a fine bed.
Keep sucking up, the lettuce promptly said.
I will lug you around and bump your head.
You all sound mean to me, the monkey croaked.
the key to getting along is playing, frog joked.
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