I have no time for tractors, says the melting ice of persona. Pansies insist on springtime, but time marches with elephants. There, an elephant full of referent. The quality of articles of confederation seizes one (singularly). What is a constitution, by the way, any way? Asserted some colour beyond the aroma pouf noise? Magna Carats contain many words. Children signify advance, despite how stupid they are. Children of King John laid a trap, and the clinging advanced into greatness as brother Richard swept the field of stray life. He bought a mobile home. It was called capture. It rolled into a future full of crab cakes. Crab cakes = starfish: invasion-prone.
Are you a telephone anymore, royal exertion?
The next paragraph becomes a stanza, and writing says poetry. You who read must die, trying.
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