Everyone has a hippopotamus story to tell. The strange excesses of these creatures compel the imagination with the moldering of a thousand stained presidents. Shooting hippos works wonders so enjoy hippos while you can. Granted, hippos fritter their lives eating grasses and water lilies when they could be stomping on choice examples of human industry and leaping for greenbacks. Weighing as much as anything humanly useful in terms of many tons, they sport a lively humor. Why not? The word hippopotamuscomes from the Greek for 'water-horse', suggesting that the Greeks didn't know--tant pis!--what a real horse looks like. The hippo's head easily matches the size of a cramped mansion, which is to say human imagination. Hippos run faster than you, swim like sylphs, and climb trees with agile grace. In groups they are called hippopotami, which sounds pretty select, intellectually speaking. Truth requires a certain vantage to bring forth the vibrations of the material world. Savour the hippopotamus residing in the verbs of contrived patience that regulate your passage thru the bristles of your world. Just don't let hippopotamus eat your riverboat or your head.
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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