Are geese available for better religions? If so, they should be told. It is a merrie time of year and geese need vital plots of land, screws in the hay, fantasy forests with elves for dinner. Geese need Harry Potter underpants and presidential pardons across the brisk ocean waves. Religion is for pets but geese cannot be pets: they have wings. Wings simulate excess, increasing marketshare for those geese that can fly to normal places for dinner. Lunch with the president? You bet, but dinner is important, like religion. Always a dessert at the end.
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
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