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Topiary Comes To Life

Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via Te Deum divine fist bumping, whence realistic fauna burst alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage, where scalloped superfluous detritus manna for naturalist deciduous detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the grave to produce magnum opus without a beat missed such shrubbery mimicking the likeness sans glistening fleshy sin yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green be hind the ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus wrought thrashing into birth as delicate craftsman promised to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist metamorphosed from the imagination of a skilled, practiced and mentalist conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast, where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous chiseling blistering hands baffle onlookers as coterie of topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly authentic rooted ready to frolic in the grass menagerie a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the Michel Angelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.

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