Props should go out to the barrier reef and the back fence and the chasming of frozen quarter plash. From the high and mounted passes to arbolic imbridges, the frequent of pathos in the culture and mythic tantamount of available avenues for traverse and hop a long freight.
There is a space of exemplar consistency in the cornea of the animalir eye. The cascades, the fountains, the carousels, and the mansions in heaven. The meadows brooken tythed with sedgerose and lorilie holt. How courageous the manager of torper. His ancient and menial store. Always returning from near points nil. The mile mast, the monarch milk, and the doting modus of apparently tardy deli cleavers of a nosegay to the proper feat of probisquine receptivity.
What with no available equipped to make out glad. With a turn of the wheel there is simply the downed gait. Alrighty slant that meets with dymn in mentions passing. Quaint and contrapted the semifores of flyting triage in arbitrary lessons dusty stamp. As would come about in seeking out the penchant for no more reckless dismissiveness of the abrupt and calamitous.
If the crashing of the bill upon the emperor’s plate proves a jagged course of salted porpuquentity. As is it to assail your tastes with surfiet and to the point of blindness. Beyond sympathetic requittal. Assuage only in remorseful mulling of fruit upon the palates of head of stadium cheer squads.
Time befitting an old gray wanderer’s domain. The running passes of field and stream come to reckoning. A crackerjack sketchbook in the hand socks of the feigning auditor. A public Canty told yahoo Jimmy not to get stuck pulling sharkteeth out of the sand. That’s the way you will tout horses instead of laurels. And all will be good with thoroughbreds and doodaw
A slakers tin it make out good cup for a water fill in the spring thaw when the little wheat remain. And the year round grass peaks back through. There are bout hilly ho the prayer go out for temperance and miller’s crown. A bit of gumption yes, but the teat toll on witless cats atop drawn tourrilous poles.
Well it is of little interest but for its subterfuge. It’s grinny by the nape thick. Start, and start again. So for nimrod and runaway Jim the wild wins. And it’s nice to have baseplayers in the band. And for the blues to get an occasional banjo strum. Holy moly if only it made sense on multiple fronts all juggled about and periodically brought back to the merry need for acquaint.
Saws, and lineages. Cut and drawn. The blessed jig. What career of rampant tropicals to have the goose down by the backwater creek just watching an apple floating on the current of its stream. Slowly, much slower than falling. Lazy, in a lazy in the stream.
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