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Titmouse Heard This
It takes the tunny of tentacled time,
how do you know that now you do.
Cats being mine always frou-frou
I gallivant a shoe for these Dixie
and bamboosh queer sassafras
in that tunnels quarrel when squashed.
Freezing, do you spike lots?
Character emits tarantula and
the spots are emplastic cushion
and aviary. Tucksed these to flassy
beads, countenance humbling, stream
to the darkest days in plesaunce.
Owls refigured mount
burp-riddling squeezies in baubs of tawdry
molds, count these all, well, callipered.
Stucks of jaw-elates treating in-scaping
miles crating, bopped of jails
of bunnies, a mansion a sued squire.
My Tire, my Egg and My Floppins.
My Uppity Engine to the fearsome crisp.
And smiles twitch to lithesome clock
be around soothingly the trap
the Minos the Bull the Old-Wick
cheer-Funny, un-fun plastical
arrangement, to the tree snitch
be blithely bun to nearly mickle moon,
be saccharina Trial Studium a punked, agile Loom.