Simple Theories

The easy tree eventually travels to swan. The meantime of swan pours for water's reserve. Champions swill the peso. In these days of no days, the great microphone. It cannot repair aqueducts, this same day delivery. Portals open. A nervy abundance requires a formed foundation. Meaning seeps in. You cannot stay in the garage.

Ten words with a strong violation of practical sense render now possible old teeming when the sentence goes loosened goose. A flock of even more than marvel flips the sky for a profile dalliance. A flock of words, counting to ten, and then a sentence makes a parade. We write poems in our dreams. Our dreams read poems and a flock. As words soon prepare more words, and a poem is only when a crow could stop action, then it has to be Christmas, just to make sense of winter. Now the practice renders a standard and picture. We have poems to bring to neighbours. We sit by the door.

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Words are possible and a doctor when you are a rooster or hen. The density of oblivion vitalizes a common time. Your coworkers cluck because empathy means elasticity, where verbs deploy and nouns stop time. When you are ready, a violet something produces something else. Else is like the years you were tomorrow. When today branches into commodious vial, you can say you had a day. You had words and words had you. A trifle in penitence stops a balm. We cannot keep the last word, it went to something else. Now as a risk employs deception and refund, we stick to enclosure. Here is what I mean, patented and registered. A poem goes it alone, going it absolutely and so. When you are poem or writing it you have a complete time of the sentence saying. Go forth and probable realm like all sighs and stepping.

Early on we had a Thanksgiving with a comet just outside. Would the comet be torn to shreds within the magnitude of the Sun's gravitational force or perspective on other nearby celestial bodies? Could this be a problem when we claim today as a day of thanksgiving? Time for giving thanks is November 28. Quickly fix common problems for faster performance on this day when thanks is giving.

Even before the words of getting, the spring hit of sun in sentence relaxes. A line of poetry waits for breath. We expect. A poem expects words. Words plan on the. The is microcosm of direction. Utility breeds utility. A sentence can go four feet or more. Signage is an extra hand. Poets describe extra hands. Words are parcels. I want to be a lark , says the program.

The edges of every vowel intercede when any storm. Even with the breath dislocated in the space of a town, the any town develops a vowel. Spy found in locked gym bag ruled 'accident'. Young people now care about privacy. Justin Bieber apologizes for peeing incident. It's the peeing incidents that bring the storms. It's the peeing incidents that say vowels thru the winds of words that hang. Now care about privacy. Care about shards of sand in the eyes of wind. Care about tons of wending towards the bottom, fining the human scape. Care about the settling of earth with its people. Care about temples of water washing over uncouth labouratories of land. Care about the word between action and succour. Care about the frame and insistence. Care about the immediate beat, or cousins, driven. Care about the emery of wind on the anything that water leaves behind. You had a telephone call earlier.