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Fibreglass fibre optics frame fielding farmers. Fielding farmers are not playing rounders today. They are pushing little feet into wellington boots then chasing a lone sheep whilst riding on a two ton heifer who wears a saddle and a harness with pride. Oh dutiful tulip your lips of hues are chewing the dews. Like a wheel arch covers in rain spat up from puddled ground. Puzzling puzzles protrude profusely. And passions are pausing players in a table whirl of dingbats' cafe. Number eleven is a fine wine of a diplomat but diplomats are neither delivery drivers notes nor are they noted diplomatic demonstrators demonstrating delivered deletions. Combat no cereal cake in a square cup of milk. For shaking around and around is akin to lying down on a bed of spiked cactus. Z Categorical cat cushions Z Meteorological Z at forty nine baked buns to seven bundles of bacon beaks. X

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