What Fly's by
Tis'k tis'k a flick and a twist of a gentleman's whisk or a tip of a long time longer hat there there old chap always got loads of heavy lumber to scrap gibberish. Hey little jaybird fluttered always fly over streams not one stop to take a look and see she's the one that needs a drink working every flap of her wings stock food bare what you treasure season's change winter is near foolish ways she sale sea shells by the seashore. A whisk a twist and a tip of a old man long time longer hat mounds of gibberish at that. What Fly's by a lumber of lies upon lies vision HD high def telescope yet see no wrong but how no lens how long how long little jaybird hear the sounds of a bell father clock struck winter must come.
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