The Seventh Pie
The seventh pole in a cloud is swaying with the weights in a sky gymnasium. Gymnastics of giant clusters and catacombs catalogued by awesome aerodynamics of the asteroids whose charm outsways the globule passing in a prism. Misbehaving mingling merry men make mangy money mince. And the beam from a seal curve is said to be portraying the act of many a sleeping pork chop and chipolata chapels roar at this in great amusement for to alight the tasks is to tread upon the ground like a table rushing to a station. So be aware then. So be careful then. East beast eyes and a warbling western warrior wearing wellingtons. North now noted nightshift. And. South state stoic. Stoicism of a sudden beam of torchlight held by a two acre frog. And a mystified moon grins at all of this charade. Pleasant pleasing pheasants. Great isn't it? Object to the clap of a cupboard drawer said the dish. Haha the sinks are sinking in the morning dew. With harbours of plates in foam. Haha militia and milk creating carnivorous cows. Xxxx formaldehyde Z Z Z Z
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