Waltzing With the Bees Is Rather Harmonic

waltzing with bees is very harmonic? A stereo is not stereotypical as it stands for the legs and when legs stand the standing point of the most important works are created in vast swarms of teas which arrive with carefully buttered bread on a tray. But not with forks. Forks frame fake fists and a disturbed nonsense is a dish best left unbaked in a crafty cook oven device. Scent no misted salted lick of a sliver of a spoon. For dashing diving diving divers deliver dreaming dripping dropping daisies. In a curtain of scented musk eat a lemon sandwich with an orange and mint biscuit. Tastes lovely don't you think? Mild mannered as a mule crossing the plains one must adhere to one's duties like a bee kisses a petal. It is very imperative not to clean whilst listening to nothing. Leakage is no mystery nor is it magically laughing in a tight jam jar. Baaaa in a car tut tut tut seeking a **** formation from a diamond patterned slither shape in suspenders writhing exotically but erotic explosions expel erosion expressively and how unique is a diamond dip anyway? Turning a tide on a weapon driven hue is as exact as attempting a tango with eleven bouncing grapes, a spade, a whirlpool and a windshield. Great isn't it? And the mildly driven ice wrath is not a cloth nor a wandering wise wishing winking wind. So count the potatoes in the pan very carefully and always take at least seventeen hours per slice for slices are not sluices nor stagnant. Drip then drive. Hahaha the apples and applets admonishing anarchism no ha to that. Hahaha the palomino place plates xxxxx gigantisms Z Z Z Z