Trap
Colours chatting. Charts cantering. Divine decanters are in no way an explanation in a bowling alley or on a pool table. Snooker a sock. And land in nets. Flashing flesh fishing faint frog eyed frames. Google stared. Fornicating with a fingerless unisex wandering cue. Very upright. Rigid body. Wow. How rather radical then. However a peapod in a ballet dancing costume could wreak much havoc on a bombed table painted green. Such gravitational quality. Weary wap I'm a tight organisation says a mop with a bucket sailing on the a54. Trade deals drape divinatory domineering deans. And deans are daring demonic dragonflies who hunt in large packs. So always aim true. And get the angles correct. Measure. To be sure of a knock down. Pocket a pocket a pocket a pick. And ten to the dozen. Drowning. Tick tap tapping trap tape. And a very long luxurious tapestry in a bath. Informational purposes. Poliomyelitis z
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