by Darby Larson
The clapping washed and the yawning washed and the carpenter cradled the tea kettles above the flung and flung worth. And the mouse clapped. And the carpenter laughed and the cobwebs in the kitchen with the shell stuck in the center crashed and yawned and coughed all day. Nothing was funny. So they danced and danced. The something extra and the woman and the mouse and the irritant slept above the weather and the balloon and the money it spent. Go. So the turq and the boy went cradling away at the weather before the water had a chance to react. The money spent the water a kiss and the money it spent danced to the shell of the one who went away. Cannot forget to remember. So the basement in the piano and the porch played the artichoke and nothing was funny. Then the sandbagged feathers exited. The weather played the cradled shell of the evening and the carpenter clapped and the irritant sat. So the hung feathers hung and hung at the sod flung and flung at the water. So in something of the woman lived the irritant while the blur blurred in the piano and the chair. Not going smoothly. Is go. The woman in the piano so to dig new basements roofs to blur and leapt in the flowerpot on top of the kitchen. The one who went away walked away from the shell of the artichoke on his shell and the carpenter and the turq laughed and laughed and the woman swept and the balloon slept is all. My shell is something extra. Is go. Not going smoothly so what. The carpenter smoking on the porch cradled the money it spent and the feathers danced to the porch. The mouse and the woman the turq and the woman leapt no so what. No so what. Not before the naked balloon and something else woke in the basement above the weather and laughed. Not going smoothly at all not when the moused carpenter is masked by the water and this chair in the piano and it. The turq and the boy something extra. That there say that there in the piano and the chair. The weather and its money is true enough for now say. The one who went away coughed and the woman yawned and the smoking carpenter watched and played the weather and the balloon played the carpenter and the feathers hung above the cherry wood floor and the one who went away leapt smoothly across the water. Smoothly whispered the carpenter and the mouse played the shell of the evening. The balloon danced to the porch. The irritant and the one who went away the irritant. Smoking on the porch the carpenter slammed the door then exited. Soft and warm in the boy from the woman and the turq. And the cherry wood floor hung before it was time to. The nearby something extras felt oblivious and admired the water and watched around it. The carpenter slept and so did the turq on the blanket above the weather and on top of the water and below the hearth and the worth rumbled why not. Go so what. The boy laughed at that. The cherry wood floor swept and the stunned carpenter played the artichoke and the artichoke played the water and the money played the weather and the woman played the irritant. This chair and something extra. The piano and the chair again. No so what something extra. The woman and the carpenter watched smoking and the evening washed to cough on the porch. So the carpenter never felt or whispered never coughed or clapped never danced or kissed. The water and the money it spent above the dug evening watched extravagantly above the basement before and in the piano and the chair. Soft and warm in the kitchen. In it the woman for heavensake the worth of the weather coughed onto the sod of the hearth. So the balloon and the weather are important. The irritant leapt and blurred the nearby something extras that appeared in the piano and the chair. The shell of this is something extra. The water and the balloon ah. The blur blurred the irritant. The one who went away mirrored the woman and the mouse and swept for something inside it. The butterfly wings attached to the carpenter felt amused and laughed. The carpenter in the piano and the chair sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot soft and warm from the boy. Not the flowerpot so but on top of the kitchen on top of the water and the one who went away. The masked evening watched and whispered and coughed and washed and nothing else. Soft and warm from the boy from the irr. Cannot take down the shell nailed to the wall for the one who went away will sigh if he sees it. The cradled carpenter and the smoking balloon watched on the cherry wood floor and whispered for the worth of the water and something extra. And the nearby something extras laughed and laughed and the mouse swept and nothing was funny for heavensake. This is a showboat. So water weather balloon who else? The water and the masked carpenter sandbagged around the chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot to the piano. Maybe but go get us not kissed. The blur finally leapt above the woman and the mouse and nothing was funny. The artichoke wash the day is go. The irritant really. The other thing did the other thing. So is the thing above the cherry wood floor you need to see. The mouse laughed. Is it all amusing? From the hearth mouse whispered. Above the boy and the woman the cherry wood floor mumbling to that there and the mirrored shell of the balloon before it drowns in the water and mirrors the shell of the evening before them. The mirrored boy played smoothly. Soft and warm. Not the flowerpot to something of the woman and the irritant. For heavensake. The flung and flung sod roofs to dig for the flung and flung sod from the water. Soft and warm in the boy and the woman for something extra. The song above the cherry wood floor the song is all. Cannot forget the artichoke who slammed the door and exited. The woman laughed and laughed and nothing was funny so the one who went away took the one who went away and another went south toward the porch. The one who went away and the cherry wood floor laughed at that there and the smoking carpenter watched and the mouse flapped its butterfly wings across the entire evening before the balloon whispered and slammed the door. Is a noise on top of the kitchen where something extra so what no. So the hearth above the frozen something extras whispered and nothing was funny. The water laughed and laughed at this. So this chair went on and on about the water and so did the one who went away and the turq who slept. The exited blanket flung and flung over the weathered carpet in the kitchen. And the irritant watched on top of the evening kitchen and swept. The carpenter the blur the one who went away laughed and laughed until the hearth laughed and the blur swept and the one who went away leapt and the carpenter smoking on the mouse watched leapt and slept. The things they played in the flowerpot of this chair and swept after. In something of the woman so what. When will everything be soft and warm? Then the carpenter flapped his butterfly wings out of the water and ran to the nearest something extra and coughed. The nearby something extras in the piano and the chair. And this chair went in it. The evening and the money it spent? This chair in the piano and the water swept and the one who went away and that there felt the yawn from the carpenter who walked away from the artichoke on his lapel. So is that and that there and the one who went away who slammed the door and the evening cold and in the piano and this chair the one who went away and the tea kettles around him. So the woman slammed the door as expected. The balloon for heavensake and nothing was funny. The blur the hearth the sod flung and flung. The kissed feathers slammed the door remember them. Feathers can dig all day but the money it spent was something extra in the woman and the boy of the chair in the piano and it. The carpenter laughed for it and the blur laughed for something extra. The cradled shell and the smoking one who went away and the coughing irritant and the yawning carpenter watched and washed and clapped. Is the cherry wood floor and the carpenter in the piano and the chair so what. So the cherry wood floor out the house above the cradled turq before it gets all over the balloon and the weather exits and the feathers digest the evening. Let us hang at the cherry wood floor and the carpenter will flap his butterfly wings smoothly toward the piano and the chair. The blur blurred and the irritant watched next to the woman and nothing was funny. The blur laughed for the one who went away as well. Stay naked while the cherry wood floor of the water of the kissed evening remember the money it spent earlier gives more of the money it gives all day. No so what not the flowerpot to it in the piano and it. Go. The water and the weather and the feathers on the porch flapped their butterfly wings across the water and the carpenter whispered and the irritant left for something extra. Is something extra in it take a look. The irritant changed positions. Go so what. The worth in the m
iddle on top of the kitchen of the water cradled the hearth and the woman yawned in the piano and the mouse and nothing was funny. The cradled shell of the evening swept for the money it spent and it spent the feathers a kiss. So the flowerpot to this chair went it irr. The dug basements in the mirrored kitchen above the hearth the water the balloon and the weather. The weather coughed. The balloon leapt smoking. The water the weather and the balloon left in this chair and the carpenter silently seemed go. The basement in the kitchen kissed. The turq and the boy laughed and the balloon stayed smoking and the weather leapt naked for heavensake. The one who went away laughed and the mouse laughed smoothly. The boy and the one who went away leapt and laughed. The artichoke and the mirrored carpenter naked next to the masked water slept for something extra. Next is an idea the carpenter and the cherry wood floor and above it wrote on the porch. Nothing was funny. So the one who went away and the wet water happened on the evening before the porch spent the chair the flowerpot to the roof it blossomed from. The irritant living in something of the woman so what not the flowerpot to the boy and the chair go. The blur blurred the thing. Everything at once. The irritant and the one who went away in it. Not going smoothly so far so what. So the sandbagged uterus slept while the irritant spent the slept uterus an artichoke for its cough? From the hearth mouse the turq and the woman leapt. The one who went away mirrored the blur and exited. When the water feels empty the balloon flowerpots up. And the one who went away and that there laughed and laughed before it was time to exit. The one who went away and the boy and the turq. Something extra? So the carpenter and the weather so what and? The carpenter laughed and laughed and the one who went away laughed and nothing was funny. Can you believe all was so amusing it was. So say the balloon and the weather were naked. And the irritant played and swept. The carpenter played the shell of the artichoke and swept for something extra is the whole story. And the sandbagged balloon and the woken weather washed and clapped for the yawning carpenter smoking on the porch holding an envelope. The woman and the boy the boy. And here is the irritant. Not any of this so what the piano and the flowerpot and the familiar hearth above the mouse. Sighing and sighing the woman whispered and whispered in other words. So the chair never felt the flung and flung sod in the evening. So the carpenter and the one who went away at the weather admired. The hearth and the radiant carpenter laughed and laughed. The artichoke and that there slammed the door in the evening in the kitchen away from the tea kettle. The carpenter walked away from the shell of the irritant and there was little left in it. Cannot forget to remember. The butterfly wings the one who went away flapped and the day and the rest of the hearth followed and the carpenter slept on this chair or in the flowerpot of it. Are the mouse and the tea kettles on top of the flung and flung sod in the water resting on a blanket in the evening. The weather coughed. Smoking on the porch the carpenter slammed the door then exited. Then the carpenter flapped his butterfly wings out of the water and ran to the nearest something extra and coughed. So the boy and the woman came over and switched roofs. From the sandbagged chair say in the piano and the water say acts suspicious and the carpenter say exits and the one who went away comes over or not. The weather the blur the hearth flung and flung and the water on the weather forever. The exited blanket flung and flung over the weathered carpet in the kitchen. Do the sandbagged artichokes feel naked for heavensake? So the chair never felt the flung and flung sod in the evening. It was the artichoke who once watched upon a nailed porch and spoke to the shell of the evening before the balloon hung and slammed the door. So nothing was funny so let it. The things they played in the flowerpot of this chair and swept after. Something extra? Not going smoothly so far so what. The made basements in the mirrored kitchen above the hearth the water the balloon and the weather. Soft and warm in the kitchen. So the flowerpot to this chair went it irr. No so what not the flowerpot to it in the piano and it. The one who went away and the mouse whispered for something of the woman. The boy and the mouse and the shell of the artichoke. So the carpenter and the one who went away at the weather admired. The blur finally leapt above the woman and the mouse and nothing was funny. The something extra and the woman and the mouse and the irritant slept above the weather and the balloon and the money it spent. Can you believe all was so amusing it was. Not the flowerpot to something of the woman and the irritant. And again the woman flapped her butterfly wings. The water and the balloon ah. The one who went away coughed and the woman yawned and the smoking carpenter watched and played the weather and the balloon played the carpenter and the feathers hung above the cherry wood floor and the one who went away leapt smoothly across the water. And the laughing carpenter in the kitchen for heavensake. And all this while the carpenter scooped tea kettles of sod and sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot the piano to the flowerpot. Perhaps the mouse felt satisfied and whispered. Nothing was funny. The water laughed and laughed at this. So the one who went away leapt smoothly its been so what it already. My shell is something extra. The woman in the piano so to make new basements roofs to blur and leapt in the flowerpot on top of the kitchen. This is a showboat. Not before the naked balloon and something else woke in the basement above the weather and laughed. The kitchen in the palace the roof to the left is not one other than the one who went away and the carpenter next it and something extra? The boy laughed at that. Is go. The woman and the boy in the kitchen. The carpenter played the shell of the artichoke and swept for something extra is the whole story. The turq and the boy something extra. Go. Soft and warm in the boy from the woman and the turq. Is there nothing left but the feeling of the one who went away and the carpenter smoking to get the flowerpot on his chair and point at the masked weather? The sandbagged carpenter and the hearth flung and flung the worth of the hearth and the carpenter soft and warm from the woman so what my worth is something extra. The carpenter the blur the one who went away laughed and laughed until the hearth laughed and the blur swept and the one who went away leapt and the carpenter smoking on the mouse watched leapt and slept. This chair in the piano this chair. The woman laughed and laughed and nothing was funny so the one who went away took the one who went away and another went south toward the porch. The blur blurred the irritant. The one who went away and the turq and the boy slammed the door for heavensake. The water the weather and the balloon left in this chair and the carpenter silently seemed go. The butterfly wings attached to the carpenter felt amused and laughed. The nearby something extras felt oblivious and admired the water and watched around it. And the irritant watched on top of the evening kitchen and swept. In something of the woman so what. This chair for heavensake this chair. Not going smoothly at all so what get us not the water above the one who went away upset at the flung and flung sod. The one who went away and the laughed at butterfly wings of the carpenter watched smoking. So the carpenter watched and swept. So the mouse and the carpenter run and flap toward the water their butterfly wings and nothing was funny. So the apple blurred the irritant. The blur the hearth the sod flung and flung. Then the sandbagged feathers exited. Is it all amusing? The shell of this is something extra. Not going smoothly this and this self might say. The carpenter slept and so did the turq on the blanket above the weather and on top of the water and below the hearth and the worth rumbled why not. The piano and the chair again. Is that go so what something extra exasperatedly. Is the cherry wood floor and the carpenter in the piano and the chair so what. The cherry wood floor and the turq take to the water and the weather and the worth of the hearth flung and flung from the kitchen before it. The cradled shell and the smoking one who went away and the coughing irritant and the yawning carpenter watched and washed and clapped. The balloon danced to the porch. Be soft and warm for heavensake. The shell exited and the cherry wood floor remained. The woman and the carpenter watched smoking and the evening washed to cough on the porch. The artichoke and the mirrored carpenter naked next to the masked water slept for something extra. The water and the masked carpenter sandbagged around the chair in the p
iano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot to the piano. Feathers can make all day but the money it spent was something extra in the woman and the boy of the chair in the piano and it. Everything at once. The flowerpot sandbagged the flowerpot and forth and the piano and this chair trembled. The blur blurred the woman and the smoking carpenter cradled the shell of the artichoke for something extra. Cannot forget the artichoke who slammed the door and exited. So water weather balloon who else? For heavensake go. The piano leapt smoothly in the flowerpot. Smoothly whispered the carpenter and the mouse played the shell of the evening. The nearby something extras in the piano and the chair. The carpenter sandbagged in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot and never felt and felt amused and laughed for the carpenter and that there. This chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot and nothing was funny in the flowerpot of that there. The weather over the city slept and the blur blurred and the irritant purred all day. So the balloon and the weather played the one who went away and the one who went away laughed and felt amused. The one who went away mirrored the woman and the mouse and swept for something inside it. The one who went away mirrored the blur and exited. The irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. This chair in the piano and the water swept and the one who went away and that there felt the yawn from the carpenter who walked away from the artichoke on his lapel. The blur blurred the thing. Maybe but go get us not kissed. The soft and warm and admired masked wagon below the door and the woman and the turq burst through the door and nothing was funny. The carpenter laughed for it and the blur laughed for something extra. The turq and the boy laughed and the balloon stayed smoking and the weather leapt naked for heavensake. And here we have the carpenter who slammed the door above the water while the balloon played the day away on the weather who played the hearth who flung and flung the shell of the evening at the one who went away. It all went thusly. And the irritant leapt softly still and admired the weather and the mirrored hearth. Remember the irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. Is the balloon and the money it spent. So the one who went away and the wet water happened on the evening before the porch spent the chair the flowerpot to the roof it blossomed from. Not going smoothly no no no. So the one who went away spent and slept with the shell of the carpenter smoking on the blanket for now. The blur flapping its butterfly wings in the piano and this chair spent the porch of the water a yawn. From the hearth mouse the turq and the woman leapt. And the mouse clapped. Is no time for the money we spent to the weather from before. Not going smoothly at all not when the moused carpenter is masked by the water and this chair in the piano and it. Let us pray. The shell of the turq rested on the lap of the one who went away and nothing was funny. Is something extra in it take a look. Soft and warm in the woman from the boy the turq. And here is the irritant. The one who went away walked away from the shell of the artichoke on his shell and the carpenter and the turq laughed and laughed and the woman swept and the balloon slept is all. This chair and something extra. So they danced and danced. The carpenter flapped his butterfly wings away to the boy and the woman kissed and the blur blurred flowerpot to the piano and leapt and laughed. This chair this chair go. So the mouse and the water in the evening slept all day so what. The boy and the woman read and blew respectively. Not going smoothly at all so what my worth is something extra so get on it. The irritant living in something of the woman so what not the flowerpot to the boy and the chair go. The artichoke and that there slammed the door in the evening in the kitchen away from the tea kettle. The blur blurred and the irritant watched next to the woman and nothing was funny. Above the boy and the woman the cherry wood floor mumbling to that there and the mirrored shell of the balloon before it drowns in the water and mirrors the shell of the evening before them. The mouse and the woman the turq and the woman leapt no so what. Something of the woman in it with the flowerpot to the boy to the woman. The day the one who went away mirrored the shell of the evening porch. The water and the weather and the feathers on the porch flapped their butterfly wings across the water and the carpenter whispered and the irritant left for something extra. The flung and flung sod roofs to make for the flung and flung sod from the water. The cradled shell of the evening swept for the money it spent and it spent the feathers a kiss. Sighing and sighing the woman whispered and whispered in other words. This was all before the coming of the hearth drew the songs from the cherry wood floor the feathers made up the remains of to give to the balloon another day. So the carpenter and the weather so what and? And this chair went in it. From the hearth mouse whispered. Not any of this so what the piano and the flowerpot and the familiar hearth above the mouse. The woman and the boy the boy. The water and the money it spent above the made evening watched extravagantly above the basement before and in the piano and the chair. The weather played the cradled shell of the evening and the carpenter clapped and the irritant sat. So the horror of this chair smoking on the water while the balloon and the weather laughed and laughed. Soft and warm in the boy and the woman for something extra. No so what. This is the blur now pointing at the masked weather and expecting nothing. The feathers and the weather masked the turq and the blanket sought comfort as expected. The turq and the woman leapt smoothly on the water and nothing was funny. Is a noise on top of the kitchen where something extra so what no. The one who went away for heavensake. The mouse laughed. The carpenter smoking on the porch cradled the money it spent and the feathers danced to the porch. Oh for heavensake. So say the balloon and the weather were naked. When the water feels empty the balloon flowerpots up. The carpenter felt like sighing. The artichoke and off to the basement in the kitchen the artichoke head there where it went for now. The sighing mouse laughed with the carpenter on the porch of the water while the hearth above kissed and scooped tea kettles of sod in the evening. The cradled carpenter and the smoking balloon watched on the cherry wood floor and whispered for the worth of the water and something extra. And the one who went away and that there laughed and laughed before it was time to exit. Not going smoothly so what. The irritant and the one who went away the irritant. The woman and the boy kissed and the other blurred the shell of the porch. The money and the money it spent spent the admired carpenter a kiss. So the sandbagged uterus slept while the irritant spent the slept uterus an artichoke for its cough? And the cherry wood floor hung before it was time to. All of this in the evening. Is the carpenter see him? So the turq and the boy ha ha. Go! The hearth and oh the hearth made to wait for feathers who slammed the door and showered in the balloon. So is that and that there and the one who went away who slammed the door and the evening cold and in the piano and this chair the one who went away and the tea kettles around him. The turq and the woman leapt the mouse whispered and nothing was funny. That there say that there in the piano and the chair. Maybe the balloon and the weather and something extra in it? The water so what the balloon admired it before it returned to the city and the chair swept for something extra in its bed. The carpenter in the piano and the chair sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot soft and warm from the boy. The something extras in the piano and this chair wash and clap for nothing. No so what. So there came a carpenter and his one who went away flapping butterfly wings and we ignored them. The one who went away laughed and the mouse laughed smoothly. The clapping washed and the yawning washed and the carpenter cradled the tea kettles above the flung and flung worth. The smoking carpenter in the piano felt like eating and whispered so the one who went away played and leapt smoothly in the evening. So the basement in the piano and the porch played the artichoke and nothing was funny. The irritant and the one who went away in it. The boy and the one who went away leapt and laughed. So the evening etc. And the sandbagged balloon and the woken weather washed and clapped for the yawning carpenter smoking on the porch holding an envelope. The artichoke leapt and the woman and the mouse leapt and the balloon and the weather slept above the hearth. Next is an idea the carpenter and the cherry wood floor and above it
wrote on the porch. In it the woman for heavensake the worth of the weather coughed onto the sod of the hearth. And the nearby something extras laughed and laughed and the mouse swept and nothing was funny for heavensake. So the hearth above the frozen something extras whispered and nothing was funny. The blur scooped tea kettles of sod. Enough of the weather is showing quit it. Not in the flowerpot in the piano. The irritant really. The carpenter sandbagged the flowerpot to the piano and the flowerpot and the blur never felt him and the carpenter never felt the blur and nothing was funny. The worth in the middle on top of the kitchen of the water cradled the hearth and the woman yawned in the piano and the mouse and nothing was funny. Is the shell of it. The blur blurred for heavensake. The mouse and the one who went away watched upon the water and the porch of the evening mist reluctantly exited. So the carpenter never felt or whispered never coughed or clapped never danced or kissed. The balloon leapt smoking. The flowerpot to this chair went it irr. So the hung feathers hung and hung at the sod flung and flung at the water. So the cherry wood floor out the house above the cradled turq before it gets all over the balloon and the weather exits and the feathers digest the evening. From the mouse the woman whispered no. The masked evening watched and whispered and coughed and washed and nothing else. When will everything be soft and warm? And the carpenter laughed and the cobwebs in the kitchen with the shell stuck in the center crashed and yawned and coughed all day. The irritant blurred the one who went away is basically it. The one who went away leapt smoking while the never smoking carpenter watched and slept above the balloon and the weather whispered go. For heavensake. Cough! Go so what. The one who went away takes it out on the one who went away before the carpenter points at the weather and laughs. Here is the basement the carpenter slammed the door in. This chair in the piano and the boy leapt smoothly across the weather. The irritant changed positions. Go so what. The irritant and go. So the mirrored tea kettles on the roof soft and warm in the kitchen and the one who went away leapt smoking and swept for something extra. The irritant. The evening and the money it spent? So in something of the woman lived the irritant while the blur blurred in the piano and the chair. Is a shell on the porch on top of the mirrored boy below the mouse who exited. The irritant leapt and blurred the nearby something extras that appeared in the piano and the chair. In something of the woman lived an irritant. The one who went away and the carpenter laughed and laughed and the mouse whispered for something extra. The balloon and the weather twinkled. The carpenter laughed. The money spent all day and exited. The something extra in the kitchen remember it. Not going smoothly. Go. Go. So the mouse and the turq conspired to drink all day so they slammed the door. The irritant leapt in something of the woman and laughed. For heavensake stay above the water its shell is something extra. Soft and warm. When are you going to cradle the man? So the balloon and the weather are important. Stay naked while the cherry wood floor of the water of the kissed evening remember the money it spent earlier gives more of the money it gives all day. We will say today is the day we slammed the door and mirrored the shell of the porch before the coughing evening collapsed and felt soft and warm from the masked tea kettle. Something extra in it the woman. The hearth and the radiant carpenter laughed and laughed. The mirrored boy played smoothly. The blur scooped tea kettles of sod and the mouse whispered. So something naked. The irritant blurred the thing and the carpenter in the piano to the flowerpot and the piano to the flowerpot laughed. Say for now is true. The kissed feathers slammed the door remember them. So the woman slammed the door as expected. Let us hang at the cherry wood floor and the carpenter will flap his butterfly wings smoothly toward the piano and the chair. So is the thing above the cherry wood floor you need to see. The artichoke wash the day is go. Not the flowerpot to it in the piano so what go. The carpenter laughed and laughed and the one who went away laughed and nothing was funny. No so what something extra. That there and them they all headed for the porch then fell upon the shell of the weeping evening before the cherry wood floor above the tea kettles of the flung and flung sod flung and flung themselves at the balloon. And the turq leapt in the other shell of the carpenter smoking. So the turq and the boy went cradling away at the weather before the water had a chance to react. The blur and the blurred one who went away flapped to the porch their butterfly wings and this was amusing to the boy and the woman. And the irritant played and swept. The other thing did the other thing. The one who went away swept so the carpenter slept in the piano and the chair and something extra in it so what. And all this while the weather slammed the door and exited. The hung feathers danced in the piano and the evening and their butterfly wings dazzled the cherry wood floor and the cherry wood floor swept into the hearth before the mouse had a chance to complain. This chair in the piano and the pianoed mirror all day. The woman watched and drank tea and the one who went away watched and slammed the door. Is go. The one who went away and the boy and the turq. Is the sandbagged shell of the ruined horse in the mud. The sandbagged chair leapt squandered and the basement above the feathers hung and hung and flung and flung the artichoke at the money. The song above the cherry wood floor the song is all. The cherry wood floor swept and the stunned carpenter played the artichoke and the artichoke played the water and the money played the weather and the woman played the irritant. The irritant appeared in the flowerpot of the chair and the rest is the weather on the flowerpot of the balloon. The flung and flung sod the tea kettles remember. When the one who went away and the carpenter laugh and laugh the woman weeps and the day turns soft and warm and smooth. So nothing was funny and the one who went away played the mouse and the naked balloon though barely went flapping its butterfly wings across the water for heavensake. The blur blurred the water. The one who went away and the turq slammed the door. Soft and warm from the boy from the irr. The weather and its money is true enough for now say. Something extra in all of this is enough of the balloon to melt the shell of the evening. The basement in the kitchen kissed. The blur laughed for the one who went away as well. The one who went away and the cherry wood floor laughed at that there and the smoking carpenter watched and the mouse flapped its butterfly wings across the entire evening before the balloon whispered and slammed the door. So the smoking carpenter watched sitting on the water and admired the boy and nothing was funny. Nothing was funny. In the piano and the chair and in the flowerpot of it the sandbagged feathers feathered the naked balloon and the weather felt kissed. Listen. Cannot take down the shell nailed to the wall for the one who went away will sigh if he sees it. The one who went away leapt in the turq. They made new basements and nothing was funny. Is his smoothly leapt corpse buried on the weather. Not the flowerpot so but on top of the kitchen on top of the water and the one who went away. The balloon for heavensake and nothing was funny. Oh. So this chair went on and on about the water and so did the one who went away and the turq who slept. The money spent the water a kiss and the money it spent danced to the shell of the one who went away. For heavensake the worth of the mouse was something extra. The carpenter played the shell of the artichoke and swept for something extra is the whole story. Is go. The artichoke leapt and the woman and the mouse leapt and the balloon and the weather slept above the hearth. The flowerpot to this chair went it irr. The hung feathers danced in the piano and the evening and their butterfly wings dazzled the cherry wood floor and the cherry wood floor swept into the hearth before the mouse had a chance to complain. The shell of this is something extra. The hearth and oh the hearth made to wait for feathers who slammed the door and showered in the balloon. The cradled carpenter and the smoking balloon watched on the cherry wood floor and whispered for the worth of the water and something extra. The feathers and the weather masked the turq and the blanket sought comfort as expected. Not going smoothly so what. So this chair went on and on about the water and so did the one who went away and the turq who slept. And the one who went away and that there laughed and laughed before it was time to exit. This chair in the piano and the water swept and th
e one who went away and that there felt the talk from the carpenter who walked away from the artichoke on his lapel. Is a noise on top of the kitchen where something extra so what no. The something extra and the woman and the mouse and the irritant slept above the weather and the balloon and the money it spent. When will everything be soft and warm? The song above the cherry wood floor the song is all. Is the sandbagged shell of the ruined horse in the mud. So the hung feathers hung and hung at the sod flung and flung at the water. Nothing was funny. The irritant. No so what not the flowerpot to it in the piano and it. The balloon and the weather twinkled. The carpenter the blur the one who went away laughed and laughed until the hearth laughed and the blur swept and the one who went away leapt and the carpenter smoking on the mouse watched leapt and slept. The nearby something extras felt oblivious and admired the water and watched around it. The one who went away mirrored the blur and exited. Is it all amusing? So water weather balloon who else? The boy and the mouse and the shell of the artichoke. The sighing mouse laughed with the carpenter on the porch of the water while the hearth above kissed and scooped tea kettles of sod in the evening. Not the flowerpot to something of the woman and the irritant. So the carpenter never felt or whispered never coughed or clapped never danced or kissed. The irritant appeared in the flowerpot of the chair and the rest is the weather on the flowerpot of the balloon. The cherry wood floor and the turq take to the water and the weather and the worth of the hearth flung and flung from the kitchen before it. From the mouse the woman whispered no. The things they played in the flowerpot of this chair and swept after. Go! The blur blurred and the irritant watched next to the woman and nothing was funny. Go so what. Above the boy and the woman the cherry wood floor mumbling to that there and the mirrored shell of the balloon before it drowns in the water and mirrors the shell of the evening before them. The irritant and the one who went away in it. The carpenter slept and so did the turq on the blanket above the weather and on top of the water and below the hearth and the worth rumbled why not. In it the woman for heavensake the worth of the weather coughed onto the sod of the hearth. The basement in the kitchen kissed. Say for now is true. So the boy and the woman came over and switched roofs. It all went thusly. The sandbagged carpenter and the hearth flung and flung the worth of the hearth and the carpenter soft and warm from the woman so what my worth is something extra. The one who went away walked away from the shell of the artichoke on his shell and the carpenter and the turq laughed and laughed and the woman swept and the balloon slept is all. Let us pray. The kissed feathers slammed the door remember them. Not the flowerpot to it in the piano so what go. The flowerpot sandbagged the flowerpot and forth and the piano and this chair trembled. The water and the masked carpenter sandbagged around the chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot to the piano. Is a shell on the porch on top of the mirrored boy below the mouse who exited. The made basements in the mirrored kitchen above the hearth the water the balloon and the weather. So nothing was funny and the one who went away played the mouse and the naked balloon though barely went flapping its butterfly wings across the water for heavensake. Something extra? Soft and warm. So the balloon and the weather played the one who went away and the one who went away laughed and felt amused. Is the cherry wood floor and the carpenter in the piano and the chair so what. The woman and the boy the boy. That there and them they all headed for the porch then fell upon the shell of the weeping evening before the cherry wood floor above the tea kettles of the flung and flung sod flung and flung themselves at the balloon. The woman watched and drank tea and the one who went away watched and slammed the door. So the smoking carpenter watched sitting on the water and admired the boy and nothing was funny. Is the carpenter see him? The water and the money it spent above the made evening watched extravagantly above the basement before and in the piano and the chair. Not in the flowerpot in the piano. Not going smoothly so far so what. So is the thing above the cherry wood floor you need to see. The artichoke wash the day is go. When the one who went away and the carpenter laugh and laugh the woman weeps and the day turns soft and warm and smooth. So the chair never felt the flung and flung sod in the evening. So the mirrored tea kettles on the roof soft and warm in the kitchen and the one who went away leapt smoking and swept for something extra. Soft and warm from the boy from the irr. Everything at once. And this chair went in it. And the nearby something extras laughed and laughed and the mouse swept and nothing was funny for heavensake. The one who went away takes it out on the one who went away before the carpenter points at the weather and laughs. Oh for heavensake. The something extras in the piano and this chair wash and clap for nothing. Not before the naked balloon and something else woke in the basement above the weather and laughed. So they danced and danced. The piano and the chair again. The carpenter in the piano and the chair sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot soft and warm from the boy. And all this while the carpenter scooped tea kettles of sod and sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot the piano to the flowerpot. And all this while the weather slammed the door and exited. Is something extra in it take a look. The weather the blur the hearth flung and flung and the water on the weather forever. So the turq and the boy ha ha. Here is the basement the carpenter slammed the door in. Cough! Not going smoothly at all so what my worth is something extra so get on it. Cannot forget the artichoke who slammed the door and exited. The one who went away for heavensake. The carpenter smoking on the porch cradled the money it spent and the feathers danced to the porch. The woman in the piano so to make new basements roofs to blur and leapt in the flowerpot on top of the kitchen. The irritant blurred the one who went away is basically it. Let us hang at the cherry wood floor and the carpenter will flap his butterfly wings smoothly toward the piano and the chair. Next is an idea the carpenter and the cherry wood floor and above it wrote on the porch. The one who went away and the boy and the turq. This chair in the piano and the pianoed mirror all day. From the sandbagged chair say in the piano and the water say acts suspicious and the carpenter say exits and the one who went away comes over or not. My shell is something extra. The boy laughed at that. The masked evening watched and whispered and coughed and washed and nothing else. So the woman slammed the door as expected. Oh. The smoking carpenter in the piano felt like eating and whispered so the one who went away played and leapt smoothly in the evening. We will say today is the day we slammed the door and mirrored the shell of the porch before the coughing evening collapsed and felt soft and warm from the masked tea kettle. So is that and that there and the one who went away who slammed the door and the evening cold and in the piano and this chair the one who went away and the tea kettles around him. That there say that there in the piano and the chair. This chair in the piano this chair. The artichoke and off to the basement in the kitchen the artichoke head there where it went for now. Cannot take down the shell nailed to the wall for the one who went away will sigh if he sees it. The blur scooped tea kettles of sod. So there came a carpenter and his one who went away flapping butterfly wings and we ignored them. Not going smoothly at all not when the moused carpenter is masked by the water and this chair in the piano and it. The day the one who went away mirrored the shell of the evening porch. So the balloon and the weather are important. When the water feels empty the balloon flowerpots up. So the horror of this chair smoking on the water while the balloon and the weather laughed and laughed. The shell exited and the cherry wood floor remained. So the cherry wood floor out the house above the cradled turq before it gets all over the balloon and the weather exits and the feathers digest the evening. The one who went away and the cherry wood floor laughed at that there and the smoking carpenter watched and the mouse flapped its butterfly wings across the entire evening before the balloon whispered and slammed the door. Soft and warm in the kitchen. The one who went away and the carpenter laughed and laughed and the mouse whispered for something extra. Go so what. Not going smoothly at all so what get us not the water above the one who went away upset at the flung and flung so
d. The one who went away mirrored the woman and the mouse and swept for something inside it. The turq and the boy laughed and the balloon stayed smoking and the weather leapt naked for heavensake. The one who went away and the turq slammed the door. The mouse and the woman the turq and the woman leapt no so what. Is that go so what something extra exasperatedly. The artichoke and that there slammed the door in the evening in the kitchen away from the tea kettle. Go. The woman laughed and laughed and nothing was funny so the one who went away took the one who went away and another went south toward the porch. The piano leapt smoothly in the flowerpot. And the sandbagged balloon and the woken weather washed and clapped for the talking carpenter smoking on the porch holding an envelope. The carpenter laughed for it and the blur laughed for something extra. The woman and the boy kissed and the other blurred the shell of the porch. The weather played the cradled shell of the evening and the carpenter clapped and the irritant sat. And the irritant played and swept. The sandbagged chair leapt squandered and the basement above the feathers hung and hung and flung and flung the artichoke at the money. The one who went away laughed and the mouse laughed smoothly. The irritant blurred the thing and the carpenter in the piano to the flowerpot and the piano to the flowerpot laughed. And the cherry wood floor hung before it was time to. Soft and warm in the boy from the woman and the turq. The irritant leapt and blurred the nearby something extras that appeared in the piano and the chair. No so what. In something of the woman lived an irritant. The flung and flung sod the tea kettles remember. The one who went away swept so the carpenter slept in the piano and the chair and something extra in it so what. The worth in the middle on top of the kitchen of the water cradled the hearth and the woman talked in the piano and the mouse and nothing was funny. Soft and warm in the boy and the woman for something extra. No so what something extra. The evening and the money it spent? Is the balloon and the money it spent. This chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot and nothing was funny in the flowerpot of that there. So the mouse and the carpenter run and flap toward the water their butterfly wings and nothing was funny. And the turq leapt in the other shell of the carpenter smoking. So the one who went away leapt smoothly its been so what it already. In the piano and the chair and in the flowerpot of it the sandbagged feathers feathered the naked balloon and the weather felt kissed. Go. The water and the balloon ah. The blur blurred the irritant. The blur finally leapt above the woman and the mouse and nothing was funny. This is a showboat. Are the mouse and the tea kettles on top of the flung and flung sod in the water resting on a blanket in the evening. The carpenter felt like sighing. Perhaps the mouse felt satisfied and whispered. Smoking on the porch the carpenter slammed the door then exited. The artichoke and the mirrored carpenter naked next to the masked water slept for something extra. The kitchen in the palace the roof to the left is not one other than the one who went away and the carpenter next it and something extra? So say the balloon and the weather were naked. The turq and the boy something extra. So the carpenter and the one who went away at the weather admired. This chair and something extra. The irritant and go. It was the artichoke who once watched upon a nailed porch and spoke to the shell of the evening before the balloon hung and slammed the door. The carpenter sandbagged in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot and never felt and felt amused and laughed for the carpenter and that there. The balloon for heavensake and nothing was funny. This is the blur now pointing at the masked weather and expecting nothing. Maybe but go get us not kissed. The carpenter sandbagged the flowerpot to the piano and the flowerpot and the blur never felt him and the carpenter never felt the blur and nothing was funny. The water laughed and laughed at this. The soft and warm and admired masked wagon below the door and the woman and the turq burst through the door and nothing was funny. So the carpenter and the weather so what and? The water and the weather and the feathers on the porch flapped their butterfly wings across the water and the carpenter whispered and the irritant left for something extra. So the mouse and the turq conspired to drink all day so they slammed the door. So the turq and the boy went cradling away at the weather before the water had a chance to react. Remember the irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. So the one who went away and the wet water happened on the evening before the porch spent the chair the flowerpot to the roof it blossomed from. The cherry wood floor swept and the stunned carpenter played the artichoke and the artichoke played the water and the money played the weather and the woman played the irritant. The woman and the carpenter watched smoking and the evening washed to cough on the porch. In something of the woman so what. The balloon danced to the porch. The irritant leapt in something of the woman and laughed. Enough of the weather is showing quit it. And the irritant leapt softly still and admired the weather and the mirrored hearth. The other thing did the other thing. So the evening etc. The weather over the city slept and the blur blurred and the irritant purred all day. Not the flowerpot so but on top of the kitchen on top of the water and the one who went away. The mirrored boy played smoothly. The blur flapping its butterfly wings in the piano and this chair spent the porch of the water a talk. The shell of the turq rested on the lap of the one who went away and nothing was funny. The water so what the balloon admired it before it returned to the city and the chair swept for something extra in its bed. The mouse laughed. So the basement in the piano and the porch played the artichoke and nothing was funny. Go. Nothing was funny. Then the carpenter flapped his butterfly wings out of the water and ran to the nearest something extra and coughed. Something extra in all of this is enough of the balloon to melt the shell of the evening. The money and the money it spent spent the admired carpenter a kiss. The exited blanket flung and flung over the weathered carpet in the kitchen. For heavensake go. Something of the woman in it with the flowerpot to the boy to the woman. This chair for heavensake this chair. So the one who went away spent and slept with the shell of the carpenter smoking on the blanket for now. The money spent the water a kiss and the money it spent danced to the shell of the one who went away. The water the weather and the balloon left in this chair and the carpenter silently seemed go. Cannot forget to remember. The blur scooped tea kettles of sod and the mouse whispered. And here is the irritant. The carpenter laughed. From the hearth mouse the turq and the woman leapt. The hearth and the radiant carpenter laughed and laughed. The blur the hearth the sod flung and flung. The irritant changed positions. Do the sandbagged artichokes feel naked for heavensake? Maybe the balloon and the weather and something extra in it? So the apple blurred the irritant. Feathers can make all day but the money it spent was something extra in the woman and the boy of the chair in the piano and it. So the carpenter watched and swept. Not going smoothly no no no. And here we have the carpenter who slammed the door above the water while the balloon played the day away on the weather who played the hearth who flung and flung the shell of the evening at the one who went away. The weather and its money is true enough for now say. Be soft and warm for heavensake. Is go. The woman and the boy in the kitchen. The butterfly wings the one who went away flapped and the day and the rest of the hearth followed and the carpenter slept on this chair or in the flowerpot of it. The cradled shell of the evening swept for the money it spent and it spent the feathers a kiss. The weather coughed. So something naked. The blur blurred the thing. The carpenter flapped his butterfly wings away to the boy and the woman kissed and the blur blurred flowerpot to the piano and leapt and laughed. Then the sandbagged feathers exited. The one who went away leapt smoking while the never smoking carpenter watched and slept above the balloon and the weather whispered go. So the mouse and the water in the evening slept all day so what. This chair this chair go. The balloon leapt smoking. This chair in the piano and the boy leapt smoothly across the weather. The clapping washed and the talking washed and the carpenter cradled the tea kettles above the flung and flung worth. When are you going to cradle the man? For heavensake the worth of the mouse was something extra. And again the woman
flapped her butterfly wings. So in something of the woman lived the irritant while the blur blurred in the piano and the chair. The cradled shell and the smoking one who went away and the coughing irritant and the talking carpenter watched and washed and clapped. The mouse and the one who went away watched upon the water and the porch of the evening mist reluctantly exited. The one who went away and the turq and the boy slammed the door for heavensake. The one who went away leapt in the turq. And the laughing carpenter in the kitchen for heavensake. Is his smoothly leapt corpse buried on the weather. Something extra in it the woman. And the carpenter laughed and the cobwebs in the kitchen with the shell stuck in the center crashed and talked and coughed all day. The money spent all day and exited. The blur blurred for heavensake. The blur blurred the water. Stay naked while the cherry wood floor of the water of the kissed evening remember the money it spent earlier gives more of the money it gives all day. Listen. For heavensake. They made new basements and nothing was funny. The turq and the woman leapt the mouse whispered and nothing was funny. For heavensake stay above the water its shell is something extra. So the sandbagged uterus slept while the irritant spent the slept uterus an artichoke for its cough? The boy and the woman read and blew respectively. This was all before the coming of the hearth drew the songs from the cherry wood floor the feathers made up the remains of to give to the balloon another day. Sighing and sighing the woman whispered and whispered in other words. The carpenter walked away from the shell of the irritant and there was little left in it. From the hearth mouse whispered. The irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. No so what. Is the shell of it. The carpenter laughed and laughed and the one who went away laughed and nothing was funny. So the hearth above the frozen something extras whispered and nothing was funny. Not going smoothly this and this self might say. The blur blurred the woman and the smoking carpenter cradled the shell of the artichoke for something extra. All of this in the evening. The one who went away and the mouse whispered for something of the woman. And the mouse clapped. Not going smoothly. The one who went away and the laughed at butterfly wings of the carpenter watched smoking. The irritant living in something of the woman so what not the flowerpot to the boy and the chair go. The boy and the one who went away leapt and laughed. The nearby something extras in the piano and the chair. The one who went away coughed and the woman talked and the smoking carpenter watched and played the weather and the balloon played the carpenter and the feathers hung above the cherry wood floor and the one who went away leapt smoothly across the water. The blur and the blurred one who went away flapped to the porch their butterfly wings and this was amusing to the boy and the woman. The blur laughed for the one who went away as well. Smoothly whispered the carpenter and the mouse played the shell of the evening. The turq and the woman leapt smoothly on the water and nothing was funny. The something extra in the kitchen remember it. Is no time for the money we spent to the weather from before. The butterfly wings attached to the carpenter felt amused and laughed. The irritant really. Soft and warm in the woman from the boy the turq. The irritant and the one who went away the irritant. Is there nothing left but the feeling of the one who went away and the carpenter smoking to get the flowerpot on his chair and point at the masked weather? So the flowerpot to this chair went it irr. Not any of this so what the piano and the flowerpot and the familiar hearth above the mouse. Can you believe all was so amusing it was. So nothing was funny so let it. The flung and flung sod roofs to make for the flung and flung sod from the water. And the irritant watched on top of the evening kitchen and swept. Go so what. For the love of. The blur blurred for the love of. So the mouse and the water in the evening slept all day so what. Nothing was funny. So the balloon and the weather played the one who went away and the one who went away laughed and felt amused. The turq and the boy something extra. The irritant and the one who went away in it. The one who went away and the laughed at butterfly wings of the carpenter watched smoking. Enough of the weather is showing quit it. Oh. The butterfly wings attached to the carpenter felt amused and laughed. Cannot forget to remember. The blur blurred the water. The mouse laughed. The piano leapt smoothly in the flowerpot. We will say today is the day we slammed the door and mirrored the shell of the porch before the coughing evening collapsed and felt soft and warm from the masked tea kettle. The turq and the woman leapt the mouse whispered and nothing was funny. Nothing was funny. So this chair went on and on about the water and so did the one who went away and the turq who slept. The balloon for the love of and nothing was funny. My shell is something extra. The one who went away and the turq slammed the door. Stay naked while the cherry wood floor of the water of the kissed evening remember the money it spent earlier gives more of the money it gives all day. The artichoke and off to the basement in the kitchen the artichoke head there where it went for now. It was the artichoke who once watched upon a nailed porch and spoke to the shell of the evening before the balloon hung and slammed the door. The nearby something extras felt oblivious and admired the water and watched around it. In the piano and the chair and in the flowerpot of it the sandbagged feathers feathered the naked balloon and the weather felt kissed. For the love of the worth of the mouse was something extra. This is a showboat. Is something extra in it take a look. So the one who went away leapt smoothly its been so what it already. And the sandbagged balloon and the woken weather washed and clapped for the talking carpenter smoking on the porch holding an envelope. The irritant really. And all this while the carpenter scooped tea kettles of sod and sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot the piano to the flowerpot. No so what something extra. Not the flowerpot so but on top of the kitchen on top of the water and the one who went away. The things they played in the flowerpot of this chair and swept after. The cherry wood floor swept and the stunned carpenter played the artichoke and the artichoke played the water and the money played the weather and the woman played the irritant. So they danced and danced. The carpenter sandbagged in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot and never felt and felt amused and laughed for the carpenter and that there. The irritant and the one who went away the irritant. And the mouse clapped. The irritant and go. The turq and the woman leapt smoothly on the water and nothing was funny. When are you going to cradle the man? Is the shell of it. That there and them they all headed for the porch then fell upon the shell of the weeping evening before the cherry wood floor above the tea kettles of the flung and flung sod flung and flung themselves at the balloon. The boy laughed at that. The made basements in the mirrored kitchen above the hearth the water the balloon and the weather. And here we have the carpenter who slammed the door above the water while the balloon played the day away on the weather who played the hearth who flung and flung the shell of the evening at the one who went away. The woman and the boy the boy. Everything at once. Is no time for the money we spent to the weather from before. In something of the woman lived an irritant. The sandbagged carpenter and the hearth flung and flung the worth of the hearth and the carpenter soft and warm from the woman so what my worth is something extra. The sandbagged chair leapt squandered and the basement above the feathers hung and hung and flung and flung the artichoke at the money. Is a noise on top of the kitchen where something extra so what no. The carpenter laughed. The woman laughed and laughed and nothing was funny so the one who went away took the one who went away and another went south toward the porch. Soft and warm from the boy from the irr. The soft and warm and admired masked wagon below the door and the woman and the turq burst through the door and nothing was funny. Not any of this so what the piano and the flowerpot and the familiar hearth above the mouse. Not going smoothly so far so what. The carpenter flapped his butterfly wings away to the boy and the woman kissed and the blur blurred flowerpot to the piano and leapt and laughed. Is it all amusing? The irritant appeared in the flowerpot of the chair and the rest is the weather on the flowerpot of the balloon. Something of the woman in it with the flowerpot to the boy to the woman. And the irritant played a
nd swept. Is that go so what something extra exasperatedly. No so what. So the mirrored tea kettles on the roof soft and warm in the kitchen and the one who went away leapt smoking and swept for something extra. The blur finally leapt above the woman and the mouse and nothing was funny. Not going smoothly. This chair for the love of this chair. Not going smoothly at all so what my worth is something extra so get on it. The cherry wood floor and the turq take to the water and the weather and the worth of the hearth flung and flung from the kitchen before it. The blur scooped tea kettles of sod and the mouse whispered. Then the sandbagged feathers exited. The irritant living in something of the woman so what not the flowerpot to the boy and the chair go. The weather and its money is true enough for now say. This chair in the piano and the water swept and the one who went away and that there felt the talk from the carpenter who walked away from the artichoke on his lapel. And the cherry wood floor hung before it was time to. They made new basements and nothing was funny. The kitchen in the palace the roof to the left is not one other than the one who went away and the carpenter next it and something extra? So the cherry wood floor out the house above the cradled turq before it gets all over the balloon and the weather exits and the feathers digest the evening. Not before the naked balloon and something else woke in the basement above the weather and laughed. The evening and the money it spent? So the carpenter never felt or whispered never coughed or clapped never danced or kissed. And again the woman flapped her butterfly wings. The carpenter smoking on the porch cradled the money it spent and the feathers danced to the porch. When will everything be soft and warm? When the water feels empty the balloon flowerpots up. So something naked. So the sandbagged uterus slept while the irritant spent the slept uterus an artichoke for its cough? And the nearby something extras laughed and laughed and the mouse swept and nothing was funny for the love of. The mirrored boy played smoothly. And the turq leapt in the other shell of the carpenter smoking. The water and the money it spent above the made evening watched extravagantly above the basement before and in the piano and the chair. The hearth and the radiant carpenter laughed and laughed. From the hearth mouse whispered. The carpenter felt like sighing. The balloon and the weather twinkled. Sighing and sighing the woman whispered and whispered in other words. Soft and warm in the boy from the woman and the turq. This chair and something extra. The irritant changed positions. This chair this chair go. That there say that there in the piano and the chair. All of this in the evening. The carpenter in the piano and the chair sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot soft and warm from the boy. The blur blurred and the irritant watched next to the woman and nothing was funny. So the carpenter and the one who went away at the weather admired. Next is an idea the carpenter and the cherry wood floor and above it wrote on the porch. Not going smoothly at all so what get us not the water above the one who went away upset at the flung and flung sod. The shell of the turq rested on the lap of the one who went away and nothing was funny. When the one who went away and the carpenter laugh and laugh the woman weeps and the day turns soft and warm and smooth. No so what. In something of the woman so what. So the chair never felt the flung and flung sod in the evening. The exited blanket flung and flung over the weathered carpet in the kitchen. The flowerpot to this chair went it irr. Is a shell on the porch on top of the mirrored boy below the mouse who exited. Do the sandbagged artichokes feel naked for the love of? Cannot take down the shell nailed to the wall for the one who went away will sigh if he sees it. So the smoking carpenter watched sitting on the water and admired the boy and nothing was funny. The piano and the chair again. The irritant blurred the thing and the carpenter in the piano to the flowerpot and the piano to the flowerpot laughed. So the boy and the woman came over and switched roofs. The one who went away and the carpenter laughed and laughed and the mouse whispered for something extra. The one who went away and the boy and the turq. Feathers can make all day but the money it spent was something extra in the woman and the boy of the chair in the piano and it. The kissed feathers slammed the door remember them. The carpenter the blur the one who went away laughed and laughed until the hearth laughed and the blur swept and the one who went away leapt and the carpenter smoking on the mouse watched leapt and slept. Soft and warm in the woman from the boy the turq. The water the weather and the balloon left in this chair and the carpenter silently seemed go. The one who went away mirrored the blur and exited. The water laughed and laughed at this. The day the one who went away mirrored the shell of the evening porch. The water and the weather and the feathers on the porch flapped their butterfly wings across the water and the carpenter whispered and the irritant left for something extra. Listen. The shell exited and the cherry wood floor remained. The carpenter laughed and laughed and the one who went away laughed and nothing was funny. The hung feathers danced in the piano and the evening and their butterfly wings dazzled the cherry wood floor and the cherry wood floor swept into the hearth before the mouse had a chance to complain. The money spent the water a kiss and the money it spent danced to the shell of the one who went away. The money and the money it spent spent the admired carpenter a kiss. The money spent all day and exited. The mouse and the one who went away watched upon the water and the porch of the evening mist reluctantly exited. So the carpenter and the weather so what and? So say the balloon and the weather were naked. So the horror of this chair smoking on the water while the balloon and the weather laughed and laughed. And here is the irritant. The nearby something extras in the piano and the chair. And the carpenter laughed and the cobwebs in the kitchen with the shell stuck in the center crashed and talked and coughed all day. Remember the irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. Cannot forget the artichoke who slammed the door and exited. The feathers and the weather masked the turq and the blanket sought comfort as expected. The woman and the boy kissed and the other blurred the shell of the porch. Soft and warm in the boy and the woman for something extra. From the sandbagged chair say in the piano and the water say acts suspicious and the carpenter say exits and the one who went away comes over or not. Here is the basement the carpenter slammed the door in. Smoothly whispered the carpenter and the mouse played the shell of the evening. The one who went away mirrored the woman and the mouse and swept for something inside it. The balloon danced to the porch. The one who went away laughed and the mouse laughed smoothly. And all this while the weather slammed the door and exited. And the one who went away and that there laughed and laughed before it was time to exit. Maybe but go get us not kissed. So the mouse and the carpenter run and flap toward the water their butterfly wings and nothing was funny. The artichoke and that there slammed the door in the evening in the kitchen away from the tea kettle. Go. The one who went away swept so the carpenter slept in the piano and the chair and something extra in it so what. The blur scooped tea kettles of sod. The flung and flung sod the tea kettles remember. The water and the masked carpenter sandbagged around the chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot to the piano. The song above the cherry wood floor the song is all. This is the blur now pointing at the masked weather and expecting nothing. The carpenter played the shell of the artichoke and swept for something extra is the whole story. The artichoke wash the day is go. This was all before the coming of the hearth drew the songs from the cherry wood floor the feathers made up the remains of to give to the balloon another day. Maybe the balloon and the weather and something extra in it? For the love of stay above the water its shell is something extra. The cradled carpenter and the smoking balloon watched on the cherry wood floor and whispered for the worth of the water and something extra. Is the carpenter see him? The clapping washed and the talking washed and the carpenter cradled the tea kettles above the flung and flung worth. So the hearth above the frozen something extras whispered and nothing was funny. This chair in the piano and the pianoed mirror all day. Cough! This chair in the piano and the boy leapt smoothly across the weather. The blur and the blurred one who went away flapped to the porch their butter
fly wings and this was amusing to the boy and the woman. The weather coughed. The irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. Then the carpenter flapped his butterfly wings out of the water and ran to the nearest something extra and coughed. So the turq and the boy ha ha. So is the thing above the cherry wood floor you need to see. The smoking carpenter in the piano felt like eating and whispered so the one who went away played and leapt smoothly in the evening. The irritant. Not in the flowerpot in the piano. From the hearth mouse the turq and the woman leapt. The turq and the boy laughed and the balloon stayed smoking and the weather leapt naked for the love of. The irritant blurred the one who went away is basically it. Is go. The one who went away takes it out on the one who went away before the carpenter points at the weather and laughs. So the carpenter watched and swept. Can you believe all was so amusing it was. The one who went away and the mouse whispered for something of the woman. The carpenter sandbagged the flowerpot to the piano and the flowerpot and the blur never felt him and the carpenter never felt the blur and nothing was funny. Soft and warm. This chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot and nothing was funny in the flowerpot of that there. So water weather balloon who else? Above the boy and the woman the cherry wood floor mumbling to that there and the mirrored shell of the balloon before it drowns in the water and mirrors the shell of the evening before them. The water so what the balloon admired it before it returned to the city and the chair swept for something extra in its bed. So nothing was funny and the one who went away played the mouse and the naked balloon though barely went flapping its butterfly wings across the water for the love of. The balloon leapt smoking. The one who went away and the turq and the boy slammed the door for the love of. So the mouse and the turq conspired to drink all day so they slammed the door. So the hung feathers hung and hung at the sod flung and flung at the water. The woman watched and drank tea and the one who went away watched and slammed the door. It all went thusly. For the love of go. Soft and warm in the kitchen. So the one who went away and the wet water happened on the evening before the porch spent the chair the flowerpot to the roof it blossomed from. So there came a carpenter and his one who went away flapping butterfly wings and we ignored them. The other thing did the other thing. This chair in the piano this chair. Not the flowerpot to it in the piano so what go. The hearth and oh the hearth made to wait for feathers who slammed the door and showered in the balloon. Go so what. The carpenter slept and so did the turq on the blanket above the weather and on top of the water and below the hearth and the worth rumbled why not. The blur flapping its butterfly wings in the piano and this chair spent the porch of the water a talk. The mouse and the woman the turq and the woman leapt no so what. The one who went away walked away from the shell of the artichoke on his shell and the carpenter and the turq laughed and laughed and the woman swept and the balloon slept is all. So is that and that there and the one who went away who slammed the door and the evening cold and in the piano and this chair the one who went away and the tea kettles around him. The blur blurred the thing. The cradled shell and the smoking one who went away and the coughing irritant and the talking carpenter watched and washed and clapped. Something extra in all of this is enough of the balloon to melt the shell of the evening. The one who went away and the cherry wood floor laughed at that there and the smoking carpenter watched and the mouse flapped its butterfly wings across the entire evening before the balloon whispered and slammed the door. Oh for the love of. The water and the balloon ah. Go! The flung and flung sod roofs to make for the flung and flung sod from the water. So nothing was funny so let it. The something extras in the piano and this chair wash and clap for nothing. And the irritant leapt softly still and admired the weather and the mirrored hearth. The one who went away coughed and the woman talked and the smoking carpenter watched and played the weather and the balloon played the carpenter and the feathers hung above the cherry wood floor and the one who went away leapt smoothly across the water. The basement in the kitchen kissed. Something extra in it the woman. Smoking on the porch the carpenter slammed the door then exited. Is go. So the flowerpot to this chair went it irr. The masked evening watched and whispered and coughed and washed and nothing else. Not going smoothly this and this self might say. In it the woman for the love of the worth of the weather coughed onto the sod of the hearth. Not going smoothly at all not when the moused carpenter is masked by the water and this chair in the piano and it. The blur blurred the woman and the smoking carpenter cradled the shell of the artichoke for something extra. The worth in the middle on top of the kitchen of the water cradled the hearth and the woman talked in the piano and the mouse and nothing was funny. So in something of the woman lived the irritant while the blur blurred in the piano and the chair. Not going smoothly so what. The woman and the boy in the kitchen. So the basement in the piano and the porch played the artichoke and nothing was funny. Go. Let us pray. The irritant leapt in something of the woman and laughed. The woman and the carpenter watched smoking and the evening washed to cough on the porch. Not going smoothly no no no. From the mouse the woman whispered no. The something extra and the woman and the mouse and the irritant slept above the weather and the balloon and the money it spent. The boy and the mouse and the shell of the artichoke. The cradled shell of the evening swept for the money it spent and it spent the feathers a kiss. The blur the hearth the sod flung and flung. The weather the blur the hearth flung and flung and the water on the weather forever. Perhaps the mouse felt satisfied and whispered. The blur blurred the irritant. The one who went away for the love of. And the irritant watched on top of the evening kitchen and swept. The woman in the piano so to make new basements roofs to blur and leapt in the flowerpot on top of the kitchen. So the woman slammed the door as expected. Is the balloon and the money it spent. The weather played the cradled shell of the evening and the carpenter clapped and the irritant sat. The shell of this is something extra. Be soft and warm for the love of. Something extra? And the laughing carpenter in the kitchen for the love of. So the turq and the boy went cradling away at the weather before the water had a chance to react. No so what not the flowerpot to it in the piano and it. The sighing mouse laughed with the carpenter on the porch of the water while the hearth above kissed and scooped tea kettles of sod in the evening. Is the sandbagged shell of the ruined horse in the mud. The one who went away leapt in the turq. So the apple blurred the irritant. The weather over the city slept and the blur blurred and the irritant purred all day. Say for now is true. Let us hang at the cherry wood floor and the carpenter will flap his butterfly wings smoothly toward the piano and the chair. The boy and the woman read and blew respectively. The flowerpot sandbagged the flowerpot and forth and the piano and this chair trembled. The carpenter walked away from the shell of the irritant and there was little left in it. The carpenter laughed for it and the blur laughed for something extra. And this chair went in it. Are the mouse and the tea kettles on top of the flung and flung sod in the water resting on a blanket in the evening. Not the flowerpot to something of the woman and the irritant. The butterfly wings the one who went away flapped and the day and the rest of the hearth followed and the carpenter slept on this chair or in the flowerpot of it. Is there nothing left but the feeling of the one who went away and the carpenter smoking to get the flowerpot on his chair and point at the masked weather? The boy and the one who went away leapt and laughed. So the one who went away spent and slept with the shell of the carpenter smoking on the blanket for now. The something extra in the kitchen remember it. So the balloon and the weather are important. Go. The artichoke leapt and the woman and the mouse leapt and the balloon and the weather slept above the hearth. So the evening etc. The one who went away leapt smoking while the never smoking carpenter watched and slept above the balloon and the weather whispered go. Is his smoothly leapt corpse buried on the weather. The irritant leapt and blurred the nearby something extras that appeared in the piano and the chair. The artichoke and the mirrored carpenter naked n
ext to the masked water slept for something extra. Is the cherry wood floor and the carpenter in the piano and the chair so what. The blur laughed for the one who went away as well. The carpenter sandbagged in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot and never felt and felt amused and laughed for the carpenter and that there. The blur blurred the irritant. Everything at once. The cradled shell and the smoking one who went away and the coughing irritant and the talking carpenter watched and washed and clapped. The butterfly wings the one who went away flapped and the day and the rest of the hearth followed and the carpenter built this chair or in the flowerpot of it. So the boy and the woman came over and switched roofs. Then the carpenter flapped his butterfly wings out of the water and ran to the nearest something extra and coughed. Something extra in all of this is enough of the balloon to melt the shell of the evening. Smoothly whispered the carpenter and the mouse played the shell of the evening. The one who went away leapt smoking while the never smoking carpenter watched and built above the balloon and the weather whispered go. The turq and the woman leapt the mouse whispered and nothing was funny. So there came a carpenter and his one who went away flapping butterfly wings and we ignored them. Soft and warm in the kitchen. The water and the balloon ah. Then the sandbagged feathers exited. And the irritant played and swept. Not going smoothly no no no. Not going smoothly at all not when the moused carpenter is masked by the water and this chair in the piano and it. The blur the hearth the sod flung and flung. The things they played in the flowerpot of this chair and swept after. So the chair never felt the flung and flung sod in the evening. The blur blurred the woman and the smoking carpenter cradled the shell of the artichoke for something extra. The one who went away and the turq slammed the door. This is the blur now pointing at the masked weather and expecting nothing. No so what. And the irritant leapt softly still and admired the weather and the mirrored hearth. And all this while the carpenter scooped tea kettles of sod and sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot the piano to the flowerpot. The masked evening watched and whispered and coughed and washed and nothing else. The irritant appeared in the flowerpot of the chair and the rest is the weather on the flowerpot of the balloon. Is go. Not going smoothly at all so what get us not the water above the one who went away upset at the flung and flung sod. The one who went away and the mouse whispered for something of the woman. Nothing was funny. The shell of the turq rested on the lap of the one who went away and nothing was funny. And all this while the weather slammed the door and exited. The irritant and the one who went away the irritant. It all went thusly. And here we have the carpenter who slammed the door above the water while the balloon played the day away on the weather who played the hearth who flung and flung the shell of the evening at the one who went away. The irritant changed positions. This chair in the piano and the pianoed mirror all day. So the carpenter and the one who went away at the weather admired. From the sandbagged chair say in the piano and the water say acts suspicious and the carpenter say exits and the one who went away comes over or not. Perhaps the mouse felt satisfied and whispered. So the mouse and the water in the evening built all day so what. Not any of this so what the piano and the flowerpot and the familiar hearth above the mouse. The cherry wood floor swept and the stunned carpenter played the artichoke and the artichoke played the water and the money played the weather and the woman played the irritant. The hearth and the radiant carpenter laughed and laughed. The carpenter laughed. So they danced and danced. That there and them they all headed for the porch then fell upon the shell of the weeping evening before the cherry wood floor above the tea kettles of the flung and flung sod flung and flung themselves at the balloon. The piano and the chair again. The balloon for the love of and nothing was funny. The nearby something extras in the piano and the chair. Something of the woman in it with the flowerpot to the boy to the woman. Nothing was funny. It was the artichoke who once watched upon a nailed porch and spoke to the shell of the evening before the balloon hung and slammed the door. Go. The hearth and oh the hearth made to wait for feathers who slammed the door and showered in the balloon. The piano leapt smoothly in the flowerpot. The weather played the cradled shell of the evening and the carpenter clapped and the irritant sat. The sighing mouse laughed with the carpenter on the porch of the water while the hearth above kissed and scooped tea kettles of sod in the evening. The carpenter felt like sighing. So the horror of this chair smoking on the water while the balloon and the weather laughed and laughed. In it the woman for the love of the worth of the weather coughed onto the sod of the hearth. The blur blurred the water. The irritant blurred the one who went away is basically it. So the smoking carpenter watched sitting on the water and admired the boy and nothing was funny. Oh. In something of the woman lived an irritant. The irritant. Oh for the love of. Next is an idea the carpenter and the cherry wood floor and above it wrote on the porch. Not the flowerpot to it in the piano so what go. This is a showboat. The irritant and go. Is the balloon and the money it spent. And the sandbagged balloon and the woken weather washed and clapped for the talking carpenter smoking on the porch holding an envelope. Cannot forget to remember. The artichoke leapt and the woman and the mouse leapt and the balloon and the weather built above the hearth. When the water feels empty the balloon flowerpots up. The balloon danced to the porch. Do the sandbagged artichokes feel naked for the love of? And the cherry wood floor hung before it was time to. The woman and the boy kissed and the other blurred the shell of the porch. So the one who went away spent and built with the shell of the carpenter smoking on the blanket for now. Stay naked while the cherry wood floor of the water of the kissed evening remember the money it spent earlier gives more of the money it gives all day. The butterfly wings attached to the carpenter felt amused and laughed. Are the mouse and the tea kettles on top of the flung and flung sod in the water resting on a blanket in the evening. The woman and the boy in the kitchen. The one who went away mirrored the blur and exited. So the carpenter watched and swept. Is the shell of it. Something extra? Soft and warm in the woman from the boy the turq. The one who went away for the love of. So nothing was funny and the one who went away played the mouse and the naked balloon though barely went flapping its butterfly wings across the water for the love of. So the one who went away and the wet water happened on the evening before the porch spent the chair the flowerpot to the roof it blossomed from. Something extra in it the woman. The weather and its money is true enough for now say. Soft and warm. The carpenter played the shell of the artichoke and swept for something extra is the whole story. Not before the naked balloon and something else woke in the basement above the weather and laughed. And the one who went away and that there laughed and laughed before it was time to exit. So the one who went away leapt smoothly its been so what it already. The irritant leapt and blurred the nearby something extras that appeared in the piano and the chair. The one who went away leapt in the turq. The one who went away and the turq and the boy slammed the door for the love of. The one who went away laughed and the mouse laughed smoothly. The blur scooped tea kettles of sod. No so what something extra. The woman and the boy the boy. The carpenter built and so did the turq on the blanket above the weather and on top of the water and below the hearth and the worth rumbled why not. So say the balloon and the weather were naked. The kissed feathers slammed the door remember them. The money spent the water a kiss and the money it spent danced to the shell of the one who went away. Smoking on the porch the carpenter slammed the door then exited. The nearby something extras felt oblivious and admired the water and watched around it. Is the cherry wood floor and the carpenter in the piano and the chair so what. The exited blanket flung and flung over the weathered carpet in the kitchen. The mirrored boy played smoothly. The carpenter laughed for it and the blur laughed for something extra. The blur blurred and the irritant watched next to the woman and nothing was funny. The woman and the carpenter watched smoking and the evening washed to cough on the porch. The carpenter laughed and laughed and the one who went away laugh
ed and nothing was funny. So in something of the woman lived the irritant while the blur blurred in the piano and the chair. And the laughing carpenter in the kitchen for the love of. The turq and the woman leapt smoothly on the water and nothing was funny. Cannot take down the shell nailed to the wall for the one who went away will sigh if he sees it. The one who went away coughed and the woman talked and the smoking carpenter watched and played the weather and the balloon played the carpenter and the feathers hung above the cherry wood floor and the one who went away leapt smoothly across the water. Not going smoothly at all so what my worth is something extra so get on it. The irritant and the one who went away in it. No so what not the flowerpot to it in the piano and it. The evening and the money it spent? Is that go so what something extra exasperatedly. The sandbagged carpenter and the hearth flung and flung the worth of the hearth and the carpenter soft and warm from the woman so what my worth is something extra. The one who went away swept so the carpenter built the piano and the chair and something extra in it so what. The blur blurred the thing. Sighing and sighing the woman whispered and whispered in other words. The carpenter the blur the one who went away laughed and laughed until the hearth laughed and the blur swept and the one who went away leapt and the carpenter smoking on the mouse watched leapt and built. The carpenter walked away from the shell of the irritant and there was little left in it. The basement in the kitchen kissed. So the basement in the piano and the porch played the artichoke and nothing was funny. Be soft and warm for the love of. Cannot forget the artichoke who slammed the door and exited. Can you believe all was so amusing it was. In something of the woman so what. The water and the weather and the feathers on the porch flapped their butterfly wings across the water and the carpenter whispered and the irritant left for something extra. Is there nothing left but the feeling of the one who went away and the carpenter smoking to get the flowerpot on his chair and point at the masked weather? The other thing did the other thing. This chair in the piano and the boy leapt smoothly across the weather. The woman in the piano so to make new basements roofs to blur and leapt in the flowerpot on top of the kitchen. The mouse laughed. Not the flowerpot so but on top of the kitchen on top of the water and the one who went away. The weather coughed. The blur scooped tea kettles of sod and the mouse whispered. The carpenter flapped his butterfly wings away to the boy and the woman kissed and the blur blurred flowerpot to the piano and leapt and laughed. So the carpenter never felt or whispered never coughed or clapped never danced or kissed. So the hung feathers hung and hung at the sod flung and flung at the water. The artichoke and that there slammed the door in the evening in the kitchen away from the tea kettle. The water and the masked carpenter sandbagged around the chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot to the piano. The irritant really. The something extras in the piano and this chair wash and clap for nothing. Let us pray. Is a shell on the porch on top of the mirrored boy below the mouse who exited. So the turq and the boy ha ha. So the hearth above the frozen something extras whispered and nothing was funny. Soft and warm in the boy and the woman for something extra. So water weather balloon who else? So something naked. The irritant leapt in something of the woman and laughed. So the cherry wood floor out the house above the cradled turq before it gets all over the balloon and the weather exits and the feathers digest the evening. The mouse and the one who went away watched upon the water and the porch of the evening mist reluctantly exited. Not the flowerpot to something of the woman and the irritant. The irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. Is it all amusing? Cough! The irritant blurred the thing and the carpenter in the piano to the flowerpot and the piano to the flowerpot laughed. We will say today is the day we slammed the door and mirrored the shell of the porch before the coughing evening collapsed and felt soft and warm from the masked tea kettle. So the carpenter and the weather so what and? The blur finally leapt above the woman and the mouse and nothing was funny. Let us hang at the cherry wood floor and the carpenter will flap his butterfly wings smoothly toward the piano and the chair. The one who went away walked away from the shell of the artichoke on his shell and the carpenter and the turq laughed and laughed and the woman swept and the balloon built is all. The blur flapping its butterfly wings in the piano and this chair spent the porch of the water a talk. This chair in the piano and the water swept and the one who went away and that there felt the talk from the carpenter who walked away from the artichoke on his lapel. The hung feathers danced in the piano and the evening and their butterfly wings dazzled the cherry wood floor and the cherry wood floor swept into the hearth before the mouse had a chance to complain. For the love of. This was all before the coming of the hearth drew the songs from the cherry wood floor the feathers made up the remains of to give to the balloon another day. The cherry wood floor and the turq take to the water and the weather and the worth of the hearth flung and flung from the kitchen before it. The one who went away mirrored the woman and the mouse and swept for something inside it. The blur blurred for the love of. The flowerpot sandbagged the flowerpot and forth and the piano and this chair trembled. They made new basements and nothing was funny. Not going smoothly. The weather the blur the hearth flung and flung and the water on the weather forever. The one who went away and the laughed at butterfly wings of the carpenter watched smoking. For the love of go. The money and the money it spent spent the admired carpenter a kiss. The boy and the one who went away leapt and laughed. My shell is something extra. The artichoke wash the day is go. The day the one who went away mirrored the shell of the evening porch. The song above the cherry wood floor the song is all. From the hearth mouse whispered. The carpenter sandbagged the flowerpot to the piano and the flowerpot and the blur never felt him and the carpenter never felt the blur and nothing was funny. Go. This chair in the piano this chair. This chair and something extra. The water so what the balloon admired it before it returned to the city and the chair swept for something extra in its bed. And the mouse clapped. The balloon leapt smoking. Not in the flowerpot in the piano. So the balloon and the weather are important. No so what. The boy and the woman read and blew respectively. This chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot and nothing was funny in the flowerpot of that there. In the piano and the chair and in the flowerpot of it the sandbagged feathers feathered the naked balloon and the weather felt kissed. The sandbagged chair leapt squandered and the basement above the feathers hung and hung and flung and flung the artichoke at the money. The water laughed and laughed at this. Soft and warm in the boy from the woman and the turq. So the woman slammed the door as expected. Listen. So the evening etc. The artichoke and the mirrored carpenter naked next to the masked water built for something extra. The blur laughed for the one who went away as well. When the one who went away and the carpenter laugh and laugh the woman weeps and the day turns soft and warm and smooth. Above the boy and the woman the cherry wood floor mumbling to that there and the mirrored shell of the balloon before it drowns in the water and mirrors the shell of the evening before them. The woman laughed and laughed and nothing was funny so the one who went away took the one who went away and another went south toward the porch. From the hearth mouse the turq and the woman leapt. Maybe but go get us not kissed. Go so what. So the balloon and the weather played the one who went away and the one who went away laughed and felt amused. The artichoke and off to the basement in the kitchen the artichoke head there where it went for now. The shell exited and the cherry wood floor remained. The blur and the blurred one who went away flapped to the porch their butterfly wings and this was amusing to the boy and the woman. The boy laughed at that. The soft and warm and admired masked wagon below the door and the woman and the turq burst through the door and nothing was funny. Go so what. The clapping washed and the talking washed and the carpenter cradled the tea kettles above the flung and flung worth. And the carpenter laughed and the cobwebs in the kitchen with the shell stuck in the center crashed and talked and coughed all day. So is that and that there a
nd the one who went away who slammed the door and the evening cold and in the piano and this chair the one who went away and the tea kettles around him. Here is the basement the carpenter slammed the door in. The something extra in the kitchen remember it. The something extra and the woman and the mouse and the irritant built above the weather and the balloon and the money it spent. And again the woman flapped her butterfly wings. And this chair went in it. The flung and flung sod the tea kettles remember. Not going smoothly so what. And the irritant watched on top of the evening kitchen and swept. Say for now is true. The weather over the city built and the blur blurred and the irritant purred all day. The made basements in the mirrored kitchen above the hearth the water the balloon and the weather. The boy and the mouse and the shell of the artichoke. Maybe the balloon and the weather and something extra in it? This chair for the love of this chair. And the turq leapt in the other shell of the carpenter smoking. Go! The flowerpot to this chair went it irr. So is the thing above the cherry wood floor you need to see. And the nearby something extras laughed and laughed and the mouse swept and nothing was funny for the love of. All of this in the evening. The turq and the boy laughed and the balloon stayed smoking and the weather leapt naked for the love of. The cradled shell of the evening swept for the money it spent and it spent the feathers a kiss. The water and the money it spent above the made evening watched extravagantly above the basement before and in the piano and the chair. The shell of this is something extra. Not going smoothly so far so what. Is a noise on top of the kitchen where something extra so what no. Is the sandbagged shell of the ruined horse in the mud. Is something extra in it take a look. The carpenter in the piano and the chair sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot soft and warm from the boy. The mouse and the woman the turq and the woman leapt no so what. The one who went away and the carpenter laughed and laughed and the mouse whispered for something extra. Go. So the mouse and the carpenter run and flap toward the water their butterfly wings and nothing was funny. Not going smoothly this and this self might say. This chair this chair go. For the love of the worth of the mouse was something extra. The flung and flung sod roofs to make for the flung and flung sod from the water. So the turq and the boy went cradling away at the weather before the water had a chance to react. The balloon and the weather twinkled. Enough of the weather is showing quit it. The one who went away and the cherry wood floor laughed at that there and the smoking carpenter watched and the mouse flapped its butterfly wings across the entire evening before the balloon whispered and slammed the door. The water the weather and the balloon left in this chair and the carpenter silently seemed go. From the mouse the woman whispered no. Soft and warm from the boy from the irr. And here is the irritant. For the love of stay above the water its shell is something extra. The carpenter smoking on the porch cradled the money it spent and the feathers danced to the porch. So the mouse and the turq conspired to drink all day so they slammed the door. The money spent all day and exited. Is his smoothly leapt corpse buried on the weather. So the flowerpot to this chair went it irr. The woman watched and drank tea and the one who went away watched and slammed the door. The worth in the middle on top of the kitchen of the water cradled the hearth and the woman talked in the piano and the mouse and nothing was funny. So the sandbagged uterus built while the irritant spent the built uterus an artichoke for its cough? Remember the irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. Is the carpenter see him? Is no time for the money we spent to the weather from before. The kitchen in the palace the roof to the left is not one other than the one who went away and the carpenter next it and something extra? The one who went away takes it out on the one who went away before the carpenter points at the weather and laughs. So this chair went on and on about the water and so did the one who went away and the turq who built. The feathers and the weather masked the turq and the blanket sought comfort as expected. The cradled carpenter and the smoking balloon watched on the cherry wood floor and whispered for the worth of the water and something extra. The smoking carpenter in the piano felt like eating and whispered so the one who went away played and leapt smoothly in the evening. So the mirrored tea kettles on the roof soft and warm in the kitchen and the one who went away leapt smoking and swept for something extra. When are you going to cradle the man? When will everything be soft and warm? Feathers can make all day but the money it spent was something extra in the woman and the boy of the chair in the piano and it. So nothing was funny so let it. That there say that there in the piano and the chair. Is go. The irritant living in something of the woman so what not the flowerpot to the boy and the chair go. The one who went away and the boy and the turq. So the apple blurred the irritant. The turq and the boy something extra. Not going smoothly at all so what get us not the water above the one who went away upset at the flung and flung sod. So there came a carpenter and his one who went away flapping butterfly wings and we ignored them. The hung feathers danced in the piano and the evening and their butterfly wings dazzled the cherry wood floor and the cherry wood floor swept into the hearth before the mouse had a chance to complain. Everything at once. Cough! Not in the flowerpot in the piano. The flowerpot to this chair went it irr. No so what not the flowerpot to it in the piano and it. The artichoke leapt and the woman and the mouse leapt and the balloon and the weather built above the hearth. Next is an idea the carpenter and the cherry wood floor and above it wrote on the porch. Oh for the love of. So the mirrored tea kettles on the roof soft and warm in the kitchen and the one who went away leapt smoking and swept for something extra. They made new basements and nothing was funny. The carpenter sandbagged the flowerpot to the piano and the flowerpot and the blur never felt him and the carpenter never felt the blur and nothing was funny. So the woman slammed the door as expected. Soft and warm. The woman and the boy kissed and the other blurred the shell of the porch. This chair in the piano and the water swept and the one who went away and that there felt the talk from the carpenter who walked away from the artichoke on his lapel. The turq and the woman leapt the mouse whispered and nothing was funny. The irritant and the one who went away in it. So the carpenter and the one who went away at the weather admired. Go so what. The something extra in the kitchen remember it. Not the flowerpot to it in the piano so what go. The turq and the boy cried and the balloon stayed smoking and the weather leapt naked for the love of. Go. Then the sandbagged feathers exited. The mirrored boy played smoothly. Is the balloon and the money it spent. In it the woman for the love of the worth of the weather coughed onto the sod of the hearth. The boy and the one who went away leapt and cried. So water weather balloon who else? The sighing mouse cried with the carpenter on the porch of the water while the hearth above kissed and scooped tea kettles of sod in the evening. The weather over the city built and the blur blurred and the irritant purred all day. Smoothly whispered the carpenter and the mouse played the shell of the evening. For the love of the worth of the mouse was something extra. 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Do the sandbagged artichokes feel naked for the love of? The exited blanket flung and flung over the weathered carpet in the kitchen. Something extra? The one who went away mirrored the blur and exited. So the balloon and t
he weather are important. Something extra in it the woman. No so what. The masked evening watched and whispered and coughed and washed and nothing else. Say for now is true. The artichoke wash the day is go. The irritant living in something of the woman so what not the flowerpot to the boy and the chair go. So the smoking carpenter watched sitting on the water and admired the boy and nothing was funny. Then the carpenter flapped his butterfly wings out of the water and ran to the nearest something extra and coughed. The shell of the turq rested on the lap of the one who went away and nothing was funny. Is the sandbagged shell of the ruined horse in the mud. Not going smoothly. Something extra in all of this is enough of the balloon to melt the shell of the evening. Remember the irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. Is that go so what something extra exasperatedly. So the boy and the woman came over and switched roofs. And all this while the weather slammed the door and exited. So the carpenter and the weather so what and? So is that and that there and the one who went away who slammed the door and the evening cold and in the piano and this chair the one who went away and the tea kettles around him. Not going smoothly so what. The carpenter in the piano and the chair sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot soft and warm from the boy. The one who went away swept so the carpenter built the piano and the chair and something extra in it so what. The irritant leapt in something of the woman and cried. So the hearth above the frozen something extras whispered and nothing was funny. Is the carpenter see him? Soft and warm from the boy from the irr. This chair for the love of this chair. For the love of stay above the water its shell is something extra. And the carpenter cried and the cobwebs in the kitchen with the shell stuck in the center crashed and talked and coughed all day. 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So the mouse and the turq conspired to drink all day so they slammed the door. Is there nothing left but the feeling of the one who went away and the carpenter smoking to get the flowerpot on his chair and point at the masked weather? So the evening etc. So they danced and danced. Not the flowerpot so but on top of the kitchen on top of the water and the one who went away. Nothing was funny. So something naked. The blur blurred the thing. The carpenter walked away from the shell of the irritant and there was little left in it. The one who went away and the mouse whispered for something of the woman. Perhaps the mouse felt satisfied and whispered. The something extra and the woman and the mouse and the irritant built above the weather and the balloon and the money it spent. It all went thusly. Are the mouse and the tea kettles on top of the flung and flung sod in the water resting on a blanket in the evening. The blur blurred the irritant. Oh. No so what. 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This is the blur now pointing at the masked weather and expecting nothing. And the irritant played and swept. The money spent all day and exited. So the cherry wood floor out the house above the cradled turq before it gets all over the balloon and the weather exits and the feathers digest the evening. The water and the weather and the feathers on the porch flapped their butterfly wings across the water and the carpenter whispered and the irritant left for something extra. We will say today is the day we slammed the door and mirrored the shell of the porch before the coughing evening collapsed and felt soft and warm from the masked tea kettle. The one who went away and the boy and the turq. When will everything be soft and warm? My shell is something extra. Is no time for the money we spent to the weather from before. Not any of this so what the piano and the flowerpot and the familiar hearth above the mouse. 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cried. The irritant and the one who went away the irritant. No so what something extra. And here we have the carpenter who slammed the door above the water while the balloon played the day away on the weather who played the hearth who flung and flung the shell of the evening at the one who went away. So the balloon and the weather played the one who went away and the one who went away cried and felt amused. The kitchen in the palace the roof to the left is not one other than the one who went away and the carpenter next it and something extra? The feathers and the weather masked the turq and the blanket sought comfort as expected. Is a noise on top of the kitchen where something extra so what no. So in something of the woman lived the irritant while the blur blurred in the piano and the chair. The one who went away and the cherry wood floor cried at that there and the smoking carpenter watched and the mouse flapped its butterfly wings across the entire evening before the balloon whispered and slammed the door. And the irritant leapt softly still and admired the weather and the mirrored hearth. When are you going to cradle the man? The other thing did the other thing. This is a showboat. The worth in the middle on top of the kitchen of the water cradled the hearth and the woman talked in the piano and the mouse and nothing was funny. Be soft and warm for the love of. Feathers can make all day but the money it spent was something extra in the woman and the boy of the chair in the piano and it. The one who went away and the turq slammed the door. So the turq and the boy ha ha. The blur scooped tea kettles of sod and the mouse whispered. Here is the basement the carpenter slammed the door in. Is go. Not going smoothly so far so what. 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So the carpenter watched and swept. So the one who went away leapt smoothly its been so what it already. In something of the woman so what. It was the artichoke who once watched upon a nailed porch and spoke to the shell of the evening before the balloon hung and slammed the door. So nothing was funny and the one who went away played the mouse and the naked balloon though barely went flapping its butterfly wings across the water for the love of. This chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot and nothing was funny in the flowerpot of that there. Smoking on the porch the carpenter slammed the door then exited. So the sandbagged uterus built while the irritant spent the built uterus an artichoke for its cough? The balloon and the weather twinkled. The blur blurred the water. The irritant blurred the one who went away is basically it. Soft and warm in the woman from the boy the turq. Go. The weather and its money is true enough for now say. The hearth and oh the hearth made to wait for feathers who slammed the door and showered in the balloon. Something of the woman in it with the flowerpot to the boy to the woman. The woman and the carpenter watched smoking and the evening washed to cough on the porch. This chair this chair go. The carpenter cried and cried and the one who went away cried and nothing was funny. And the nearby something extras cried and cried and the mouse swept and nothing was funny for the love of. And the crying carpenter in the kitchen for the love of. That there say that there in the piano and the chair. Not going smoothly at all so what my worth is something extra so get on it. The balloon leapt smoking. And again the woman flapped her butterfly wings. The mouse cried. The nearby something extras in the piano and the chair. The water and the balloon ah. The carpenter smoking on the porch cradled the money it spent and the feathers danced to the porch. The blur flapping its butterfly wings in the piano and this chair spent the porch of the water a talk. The balloon danced to the porch. From the mouse the woman whispered no. And the mouse clapped. And the sandbagged balloon and the woken weather washed and clapped for the talking carpenter smoking on the porch holding an envelope. The irritant leapt and blurred the nearby something extras that appeared in the piano and the chair. Nothing was funny. This chair in the piano this chair. Not before the naked balloon and something else woke in the basement above the weather and cried. The artichoke and that there slammed the door in the evening in the kitchen away from the tea kettle. The one who went away cried and the mouse cried smoothly. This chair in the piano and the boy leapt smoothly across the weather. The blur finally leapt above the woman and the mouse and nothing was funny. The cradled shell of the evening swept for the money it spent and it spent the feathers a kiss. For the love of go. The cradled carpenter and the smoking balloon watched on the cherry wood floor and whispered for the worth of the water and something extra. The made basements in the mirrored kitchen above the hearth the water the balloon and the weather. Enough of the weather is showing quit it. The weather played the cradled shell of the evening and the carpenter clapped and the irritant sat. The flung and flung sod the tea kettles remember. The irritant and go. When the one who went away and the carpenter cry and cry the woman weeps and the day turns soft and warm and smooth. The irritant. Soft and warm in the boy and the woman for something extra. The artichoke and off to the basement in the kitchen the artichoke head there where it went for now. The weather the blur the hearth flung and flung and the water on the weather forever. The turq and the woman leapt smoothly on the water and nothing was funny. Cannot take down the shell nailed to the wall for the one who went away will sigh if he sees it. Listen. The irritant really. The boy and the woman read and blew respectively. The flowerpot sandbagged the flowerpot and forth and the piano and this chair trembled. The water and the masked carpenter sandbagged around the chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot to the piano. The shell exited and the cherry wood floor remained. Go. The cradled shell and the smoking one who went away and the coughing irritant and the talking carpenter watched and washed and clapped. For the love of. This chair and something extra. The shell of this is something extra. From the sandbagged chair say in the piano and the water say acts suspicious and the carpenter say exits and the one who went away comes over or not. Sighing and sighing the woman whispered and whispered in other words. The one who went away coughed and the woman talked and the smoking carpenter watched and played the weather and the balloon played the carpenter and the feathers hung above the cherry wood floor and the one who went away leapt smoothly across the water. From the hearth mouse the turq and the woman leapt. The carpenter played the shell of the artichoke and swept for something extra is the whole story. The evening and the money it spent? And the turq leapt in the other shell of the carpenter smoking. The irritant changed positions. So nothing was funny so let it. The butterfly wings the one who went away flapped and the day and the rest of the hearth followed and the carpenter built this chair or in the flowerpot of it. The one who went away walked away from the shell of the artichoke on his shell and the carpenter and the turq cried and cried and the woman swept and the balloon built is all. Not going smoothly no no no. 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ht say. Is the shell of it. Can you believe all was so amusing it was. The water so what the balloon admired it before it returned to the city and the chair swept for something extra in its bed. The day the one who went away mirrored the shell of the evening porch. So the horror of this chair smoking on the water while the balloon and the weather cried and cried. The carpenter cried for it and the blur cried for something extra. The smoking carpenter in the piano felt like eating and whispered so the one who went away played and leapt smoothly in the evening. Maybe the balloon and the weather and something extra in it? The something extras in the piano and this chair wash and clap for nothing. So the one who went away and the wet water happened on the evening before the porch spent the chair the flowerpot to the roof it blossomed from. Is go. Go! Let us pray. 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Is the carpenter see him? This chair for the love of this chair. The irritant changed positions. From the hearth mouse whispered. So the woman slammed the door as expected. The one who went away leapt in the turq. The boy and the one who went away leapt and cried. The irritant and go. The carpenter smoking on the porch cradled the money it spent and the feathers danced to the porch. The blur the hearth the sod flung and flung. The boy and the mouse and the shell of the artichoke. When will everything be soft and warm? So the apple blurred the irritant. Then the sandbagged feathers exited. In something of the woman so what. The song above the cherry wood floor the song is all. Feathers can make all day but the money it spent was something extra in the woman and the boy of the chair in the piano and it. The irritant leapt and blurred the nearby something extras that appeared in the piano and the chair. 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The blur scooped tea kettles of sod and the mouse whispered. The balloon leapt smoking. Is no time for the money we spent to the weather from before. The things they played in the flowerpot of this chair and swept after. The weather played the cradled shell of the evening and the carpenter clapped and the irritant sat. My shell is something extra. The money and the money it spent spent the admired carpenter a kiss. The artichoke and the mirrored carpenter naked next to the masked water built for something extra. Is the cherry wood floor and the carpenter in the piano and the chair so what. The cradled shell of the evening swept for the money it spent and it spent the feathers a kiss. The balloon danced to the porch. Something extra? Not going smoothly this and this self might say. So water weather balloon who else? The balloon for the love of and nothing was funny. The woman and the boy kissed and the other blurred the shell of the porch. Is go. So the smoking carpenter watched sitting on the water and admired the boy and nothing was funny. So the turq and the boy went cradling away at the weather before the water had a chance to react. The clapping washed and the talking washed and the carpenter cradled the tea kettles above the flung and flung worth. So the carpenter and the one who went away at the weather admired. Nothing was funny. Smoothly whispered the carpenter and the mouse played the shell of the evening. Not going smoothly at all so what my worth is something extra so get on it. The blur blurred for the love of. Is that go so what something extra exasperatedly. So something naked. We will say today is the
day we slammed the door and mirrored the shell of the porch before the soothing evening collapsed and felt soft and warm from the masked tea kettle. The one who went away cried and the mouse cried smoothly. The irritant appeared in the flowerpot of the chair and the rest is the weather on the flowerpot of the balloon. The irritant and the one who went away the irritant. It all went thusly. The exited blanket flung and flung over the weathered carpet in the kitchen. The other thing did the other thing. Do the sandbagged artichokes feel naked for the love of? And all this while the carpenter scooped tea kettles of sod and sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot the piano to the flowerpot. Go so what. So the mouse and the carpenter run and flap toward the water their butterfly wings and nothing was funny. The butterfly wings attached to the carpenter felt amused and cried. The woman and the carpenter watched smoking and the evening washed to cough on the porch. The water cried and cried at this. The hearth and oh the hearth made to wait for feathers who slammed the door and showered in the balloon. Not in the flowerpot in the piano. The water and the balloon ah. Is a shell on the porch on top of the mirrored boy below the mouse who exited. So the boy and the woman came over and switched roofs. The weather the blur the hearth flung and flung and the water on the weather forever. The artichoke and off to the basement in the kitchen the artichoke head there where it went for now. The carpenter the blur the one who went away cried and cried until the hearth cried and the blur swept and the one who went away leapt and the carpenter smoking on the mouse watched leapt and built. The carpenter cried and cried and the one who went away cried and nothing was funny. Remember the irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. Not going smoothly so what. So this chair went on and on about the water and so did the one who went away and the turq who built. The blur blurred the water. That there and them they all headed for the porch then fell upon the shell of the weeping evening before the cherry wood floor above the tea kettles of the flung and flung sod flung and flung themselves at the balloon. The hearth and the radiant carpenter cried and cried. Cannot take down the shell nailed to the wall for the one who went away will sigh if he sees it. The shell of this is something extra. Soft and warm in the woman from the boy the turq. The butterfly wings the one who went away flapped and the day and the rest of the hearth followed and the carpenter built this chair or in the flowerpot of it. The irritant really. So is the thing above the cherry wood floor you need to see. Maybe the balloon and the weather and something extra in it? The flowerpot to this chair went it irr. The one who went away mirrored the woman and the mouse and swept for something inside it. The water the weather and the balloon left in this chair and the carpenter silently seemed go. The blur cried for the one who went away as well. From the sandbagged chair say in the piano and the water say acts suspicious and the carpenter say exits and the one who went away comes over or not. Oh for the love of. So the carpenter never felt or whispered never soothed or clapped never danced or kissed. Not the flowerpot so but on top of the kitchen on top of the water and the one who went away. So the carpenter and the weather so what and? They made new basements and nothing was funny. This was all before the coming of the hearth drew the songs from the cherry wood floor the feathers made up the remains of to give to the balloon another day. The woman watched and drank tea and the one who went away watched and slammed the door. No so what something extra. The made basements in the mirrored kitchen above the hearth the water the balloon and the weather. The turq and the woman leapt smoothly on the water and nothing was funny. It was the artichoke who once watched upon a nailed porch and spoke to the shell of the evening before the balloon hung and slammed the door. The piano leapt smoothly in the flowerpot. The carpenter cried. So the mouse and the turq conspired to drink all day so they slammed the door. The one who went away for the love of. The woman and the boy the boy. So the mirrored tea kettles on the roof soft and warm in the kitchen and the one who went away leapt smoking and swept for something extra. Above the boy and the woman the cherry wood floor mumbling to that there and the mirrored shell of the balloon before it drowns in the water and mirrors the shell of the evening before them. For the love of the worth of the mouse was something extra. So the evening etc. Not going smoothly. 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mething extra. The turq and the woman leapt the mouse whispered and nothing was funny. The shell exited and the cherry wood floor remained. So the basement in the piano and the porch played the artichoke and nothing was funny. So the one who went away spent and built with the shell of the carpenter smoking on the blanket for now. This is a showboat. The weather and its money is true enough for now say. The basement in the kitchen kissed. The blur blurred the thing. So the flowerpot to this chair went it irr. The mirrored boy played smoothly. This chair this chair go. The one who went away and the cherry wood floor cried at that there and the smoking carpenter watched and the mouse flapped its butterfly wings across the entire evening before the balloon whispered and slammed the door. Here is the basement the carpenter slammed the door in. Not before the naked balloon and something else woke in the basement above the weather and cried. 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shell of the ruined horse in the mud. Not going smoothly. The water and the masked carpenter sandbagged around the chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot to the piano. So nothing was funny and the one who went away played the mouse and the naked balloon though barely went flapping its butterfly wings across the water for the love of. Perhaps the mouse felt satisfied and whispered. So the mirrored tea kettles on the roof soft and warm in the kitchen and the one who went away leapt smoking and swept for something extra. The irritant really. Above the boy and the woman the cherry wood floor mumbling to that there and the mirrored shell of the balloon before it drowns in the water and mirrors the shell of the evening before them. So the carpenter watched and swept. The kissed feathers slammed the door remember them. The shell of the turq rested on the lap of the one who went away and nothing was funny. No so what. So say the balloon and the weather were naked. Is go. 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he money and the money it spent spent the admired carpenter a kiss. Not the flowerpot so but on top of the kitchen on top of the water and the one who went away. And the irritant played and swept. The water cried and cried at this. Not the flowerpot to it in the piano so what go. So the mouse and the water in the evening built all day so what. The day the one who went away mirrored the shell of the evening porch. Not going smoothly at all so what my worth is something extra so get on it. The woman and the boy in the kitchen. The prayed and prayed sod roofs to make for the prayed and prayed sod from the water. Is his smoothly leapt corpse buried on the weather. Cough! When the one who went away and the carpenter cry and cry the woman weeps and the day turns soft and warm and smooth. The blur cried for the one who went away as well. The blur scooped tea kettles of sod and the mouse whispered. The blur blurred the water. 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le the cherry wood floor of the water of the kissed evening remember the money it spent earlier gives more of the money it gives all day. The smoking carpenter in the piano felt like eating and whispered so the one who went away played and leapt smoothly in the evening. The money spent the water a kiss and the money it spent danced to the shell of the one who went away. Nothing was funny. The song above the cherry wood floor the song is all. It was the artichoke who once watched upon a nailed porch and spoke to the shell of the evening before the balloon hung and slammed the door. The blur and the blurred one who went away flapped to the porch their butterfly wings and this was amusing to the boy and the woman. Not before the naked balloon and something else woke in the basement above the weather and cried. The boy and the mouse and the shell of the artichoke. So this chair went on and on about the water and so did the one who went away and the turq who built. 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The prayed and prayed sod the tea kettles remember. And the irritant leapt softly still and admired the weather and the mirrored hearth. Cannot take down the shell nailed to the wall for the one who went away will sigh if he sees it. Go. The boy and the mouse and the shell of the artichoke. Here is the basement the carpenter slammed the door in. The blur the hearth the sod prayed and prayed. Soft and warm in the boy and the woman for something extra. That there say that there in the piano and the chair. Not going smoothly no no no. The weather over the city built and the blur blurred and the irritant purred all day. Not any of this so what the piano and the flowerpot and the familiar hearth above the mouse. The boy cried at that. And the nearby something extras cried and cried and the mouse swept and nothing was funny for the love of. 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leapt and built. And the irritant watched on top of the evening kitchen and swept. The things they played in the flowerpot of this chair and swept after. From the sandbagged chair say in the piano and the water say acts suspicious and the carpenter say exits and the one who went away comes over or not. So the basement in the piano and the porch played the artichoke and nothing was funny. The carpenter played the shell of the artichoke and swept for something extra is the whole story. So is that and that there and the one who went away who slammed the door and the evening cold and in the piano and this chair the one who went away and the tea kettles around him. This chair in the piano and the pianoed mirror all day. The carpenter sandbagged the flowerpot to the piano and the flowerpot and the blur never felt him and the carpenter never felt the blur and nothing was funny. So the carpenter never felt or whispered never soothed or polished never danced or kissed. 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The blur blurred the woman and the smoking carpenter cradled the shell of the artichoke for something extra. This chair in the piano this chair. The one who went away and the cherry wood floor cried at that there and the smoking carpenter watched and the mouse flapped its butterfly wings across the entire evening before the balloon whispered and slammed the door. The artichoke leapt and the woman and the mouse leapt and the balloon and the weather built above the hearth. And the sandbagged balloon and the woken weather washed and polished for the talking carpenter smoking on the porch holding an envelope. So the carpenter and the one who went away at the weather admired. The irritant and go. Smoking on the porch the carpenter slammed the door then exited. This chair in the piano and the water swept and the one who went away and that there felt the talk from the carpenter who walked away from the artichoke on his lapel. And the mouse polished. 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Is there nothing left but the feeling of the one who went away and the carpenter smoking to get the flowerpot on his chair and point at the masked weather? The irritant appeared in the flowerpot of the chair and the rest is the weather on the flowerpot of the balloon. Enough of the weather is showing quit it. The cradled carpenter and the smoking balloon watched on the cherry wood floor and whispered for the worth of the water and something extra. The woman and the boy the boy. This is a showboat. Something extra? Soft and warm in the woman from the boy the turq. So the sandbagged uterus built while the irritant spent the built uterus an artichoke for its cough? The irritant blurred the thing and the carpenter in the piano to the flowerpot and the piano to the flowerpot cried. Soft and warm from the boy from the irr. The polishing washed and the talking washed and the carpenter cradled the tea kettles above the prayed and prayed worth. 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And here we have the carpenter who slammed the door above the water while the balloon played the day away on the weather who played the hearth who prayed and prayed the shell of the evening at the one who went away. Above the boy and the woman the cherry wood floor mumbling to that there and the mirrored shell of the balloon before it drowns in the water and mirrors the shell of the evening before them. So nothing was funny and the one who went away played the mouse and the naked balloon though barely went flapping its butterfly wings across the water for the love of. Oh. The basement in the kitchen kissed. The blur blurred the water. The one who went away and the carpenter cried and cried and the mouse whispered for something extra. This was all before the coming of the hearth drew the songs from the cherry wood floor the feathers made up the remains of to give to the balloon another day. So say the balloon and the weather were naked. 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evening etc. Do the sandbagged artichokes feel naked for the love of? The weather played the cradled shell of the evening and the carpenter polished and the irritant sat. The turq and the woman leapt smoothly on the water and nothing was funny. The carpenter felt like sighing. Stay naked while the cherry wood floor of the water of the kissed evening remember the money it spent earlier gives more of the money it gives all day. No so what something extra. So the mouse and the carpenter run and flap toward the water their butterfly wings and nothing was funny. The weather soothed. The one who went away mirrored the woman and the mouse and swept for something inside it. So this chair went on and on about the water and so did the one who went away and the turq who built. Not before the naked balloon and something else woke in the basement above the weather and cried. So the woman slammed the door as expected. 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So the hung feathers hung and hung at the sod prayed and prayed at the water. No so what not the flowerpot to it in the piano and it. So the cherry wood floor out the house above the cradled turq before it gets all over the balloon and the weather exits and the feathers digest the evening. So the chair never felt the prayed and prayed sod in the evening. Soft and warm. The piano and the chair again. So the balloon and the weather played the one who went away and the one who went away cried and felt amused. They made new basements and nothing was funny. The mouse and the woman the turq and the woman leapt no so what. The other thing did the other thing. The cherry wood floor swept and the stunned carpenter played the artichoke and the artichoke played the water and the money played the weather and the woman played the irritant. Everything at once. So there came a carpenter and his one who went away flapping butterfly wings and we ignored them. For the love of. No so what. 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This chair in the piano and the water swept and the one who went away and that there felt the talk from the carpenter who walked away from the artichoke on his lapel. The song above the cherry wood floor the song is all. And the one who went away and that there cried and cried before it was time to exit. In it the woman for the love of the worth of the weather soothed onto the sod of the hearth. Not the flowerpot to it in the piano so what go. The carpenter walked away from the shell of the irritant and there was little left in it. The one who went away and the turq and the boy slammed the door for the love of. When the one who went away and the carpenter cry and cry the woman weeps and the day turns soft and warm and smooth. The carpenter cried for it and the blur cried for something extra. The carpenter built and so did the turq on the blanket above the weather and on top of the water and below the hearth and the worth rumbled why not. When are you going to cradle the man? 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oints at the weather and cries. The shell of this is something extra. The one who went away swept so the carpenter built the piano and the chair and something extra in it so what. The water the weather and the balloon left in this chair and the carpenter silently seemed go. The irritant and the one who went away in it. Stay naked while the cherry wood floor of the water of the kissed evening remember the money it spent earlier gives more of the money it gives all day. Is it all amusing? So is that and that there and the one who went away who slammed the door and the evening cold and in the piano and this chair the one who went away and the tea kettles around him. Let us pray. The one who went away studied the blur and exited. The blur cried for the one who went away as well. The something extra and the woman and the mouse and the irritant built above the weather and the balloon and the money it spent. Soft and warm in the boy and the woman for something extra. 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So nothing was funny so let it. The blur finally leapt above the woman and the mouse and nothing was funny. Nothing was funny. Not going smoothly. The carpenter in the piano and the chair sandbagged from the piano to the flowerpot soft and warm from the boy. The one who went away for the love of. Not going smoothly at all so what my worth is something extra so get on it. The boy and the mouse and the shell of the artichoke. The piano and the chair again. And the irritant watched on top of the evening kitchen and swept. The irritant appeared in the flowerpot of the chair and the rest is the weather on the flowerpot of the balloon. And the irritant played and swept. So the mouse and the carpenter run and flap toward the water their butterfly wings and nothing was funny. The nearby something extras in the piano and the chair. The irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. So the mouse and the water in the evening built all day so what. 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the money it spent was something extra in the woman and the boy of the chair in the piano and it. Can you believe all was so amusing it was. So the studied tea kettles on the roof the kissed soft and warm in the kitchen and the one who went away leapt smoking and swept for something extra. All of this in the evening. Is that go so what something extra exasperatedly. So the carpenter and the weather so what and? Is a shell on the porch on top of the studied boy below the mouse who exited. The woman and the carpenter watched smoking and the evening washed to cough on the porch. Not going smoothly at all so what get us not the water above the one who went away upset at the prayed and prayed sod. The prayed and prayed sod roofs to make for the prayed and prayed sod from the water. In something of the woman so what. The one who went away leapt in the turq. 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hair went in it. Smoking on the porch the carpenter slammed the door then exited. And here is the irritant. Something extra in all of this is enough of the balloon to melt the shell of the evening. The weather the blur the hearth prayed and prayed and the water on the weather forever. The hearth and the radiant carpenter cried and cried. The studied boy played smoothly. So the apple blurred the irritant. Not before the naked balloon and something else woke in the basement above the weather and cried. The woman cried and cried and nothing was funny so the one who went away took the one who went away and another went south toward the porch. The prayed and prayed sod the tea kettles remember. So the hearth above the frozen something extras whispered and nothing was funny. The artichoke and that there slammed the door in the evening in the kitchen away from the tea kettle. The one who went away and the turq slammed the door. The irritant and go. 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er built this chair or in the flowerpot of it. Is the balloon and the money it spent. The piano leapt smoothly in the flowerpot. So the carpenter and the weather so what and? They made new basements and nothing was funny. The appeared blanket prayed and prayed over the weathered carpet in the kitchen. And the carpenter cried and the cobwebs in the kitchen with the shell stuck in the center crashed and talked and soothed all day. Soft and warm. This is a showboat. And here we have the carpenter who slammed the door above the water while the balloon played the day away on the weather who played the hearth who prayed and prayed the shell of the evening at the one who went away. This chair in the piano this chair. So the apple blurred the irritant. So the mouse and the water in the evening built all day so what. The something extra and the woman and the mouse and the irritant built above the weather and the balloon and the money it spent. 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man talked in the piano and the mouse and nothing was funny. The one who went away leapt smoking while the never smoking carpenter watched and built above the balloon and the weather whispered go. The woman and the boy kissed and the other blurred the shell of the porch. And the turq leapt in the other shell of the carpenter smoking. Is the cherry wood floor and the carpenter in the piano and the chair so what. Remember the irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. So the carpenter and the one who went away at the weather admired. From the hearth mouse whispered. So the boy and the woman came over and switched roofs. The basement in the kitchen kissed. The balloon for the love of and nothing was funny. So the one who went away leapt smoothly its been so what it already. Not going smoothly so what. The weather over the city built and the blur blurred and the irritant purred all day. The evening and the money it spent? The balloon and the weather twinkled. 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who went away and the cherry wood floor cried at that there and the smoking carpenter watched and the mouse flapped its butterfly wings across the entire evening before the balloon whispered and slammed the door. The carpenter cried. Something extra in all of this is enough of the balloon to melt the shell of the evening. The carpenter cried and cried and the one who went away cried and nothing was funny. Is his finally leapt corpse buried on the weather. The carpenter the blur the one who went away cried and cried until the hearth cried and the blur swept and the one who went away leapt and the carpenter smoking on the mouse watched leapt and built. Then the sandbagged feathers appeared. Remember the irritant leapt in the woman and the mouse and swept for something extra. The irritant really. Not in the flowerpot in the piano. 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The flowerpot sandbagged the flowerpot and forth and the piano and this chair trembled. The one who went away soothed and the woman talked and the smoking carpenter watched and played the weather and the balloon played the carpenter and the feathers hung above the cherry wood floor and the one who went away leapt finally across the water. Go! The sandbagged carpenter and the hearth prayed and prayed the worth of the hearth and the carpenter soft and warm from the woman so what my worth is something extra. The artichoke and that there slammed the door in the evening in the kitchen away from the tea kettle. So the boy and the woman came over and switched roofs. The one who went away and the turq slammed the door. So the mouse and the turq conspired to drink all day so they slammed the door. From the sandbagged chair say in the piano and the water say acts suspicious and the carpenter say appears and the one who went away comes over or not. Can you believe all was so amusing it was. The butterfly wings attached to the carpenter felt amused and cried. For the love of stay above the water its shell is something extra. Something extra in all of this is enough of the balloon to melt the shell of the evening. The hearth and oh the hearth made to wait for feathers who slammed the door and showered in the balloon. And again the woman flapped her butterfly wings. The one who went away and the turq and the boy slammed the door for the love of. The weather played the cradled shell of the evening and the carpenter polished and the infant sat. So the studied tea kettles on the roof the kissed soft and warm in the kitchen and the one who went away leapt smoking and swept for something extra. Soft and warm from the boy from the irr. The one who went away for the love of. The one who went away leapt smoking while the never smoking carpenter watched and built above the balloon and the weather whispered go. The cradled carpenter and the smoking balloon watched on the cherry wood floor and whispered for the worth of the water and something extra. So the balloon and the weather played the one who went away and the one who went away cried and felt amused. The shell of the turq rested on the lap of the one who went away and nothing was funny. The turq and the boy cried and the balloon stayed smoking and the weather leapt naked for the love of. So in something of the woman lived the infant while the blur blurred in the piano and the chair. No so what something extra. The smoking carpenter in the piano felt like eating and whispered so the one who went away played and leapt finally in the evening. The something extra and the woman and the mouse and the infant built above the weather and the balloon and the money it spent. So the mouse and the carpenter run and flap toward the water their butterfly wings and nothing was funny. The blur the hearth the sod prayed and prayed. So the evening etc. The butterfly wings the one who went away flapped and the day and the rest of the hearth followed and the carpenter built this chair or in the flowerpot of it. The blur blurred the thing. The water and the masked carpenter sandbagged around the chair in the piano to the flowerpot and the flowerpot to the piano. The artichoke leapt and the woman and the mouse leapt and the balloon and the weather built above the hearth. It all went thusly. So nothing was funny and the one who went away played the mouse and the naked balloon though barely went flapping its butterfly wings across the water for the love of. The artichoke and the studied carpenter naked next to the masked water built for something extra. Everything at once. And the infant watched on top of the evening kitchen and swept. So the carpenter never felt or whispered never soothed or polished never danced or kissed. The infant blurred the one who went away is basically it. So the carpenter and the weather so what and? For the love of the worth of the mouse was something extra. The carpenter sandbagged the flowerpot to the piano and the flowerpot and the blur never felt him and the carpenter never felt the blur and nothing was funny. The woman and the boy kissed and the other blurred the shell of the porch. Is the sandbagged shell of the ruined horse in the mud. The boy and the mouse and the shell of the artichoke. The mouse and the one who went away watched upon the water and the porch of the evening mist reluctantly appeared. This chair this chair go. For the love of. The shell appeared and the cherry wood floor remained. The balloon leapt smoking. When the water feels empty the balloon flowerpots up. The infant appeared in the flowerpot of the chair and the rest is the weather on the flowerpot of the balloon. The infant leapt and blurred the nearby something extras that appeared in the piano and the chair. Is that go so what something extra exasperatedly. The one who went away studied the blur and appeared. So something naked. The carpenter felt like sighing. Let us hang at the cherry wood floor and the carpenter will flap his butterfly wings finally toward the piano and the chair. So the carpenter watched and swept. Is something extra in it take a look. Is a noise on top of the kitchen where something extra so what no. And the infant leapt softly still and admired the weather and the studied hearth. This chair in the piano this chair. For the love of go. And the infant played and swept. Oh for the love of. So there came a carpenter and his one who went away flapping butterfly wings and we ignored them. Maybe but go get us not kissed. The sandbagged chair leapt squandered and the basement above the feathers hung and hung and prayed and prayed the artichoke at the money. The piano and the chair again. And here we have the carpenter who slammed the door above the water while the balloon played the day away on the weather who played the hearth who prayed and prayed the shell of the evening at the one who went away. Is no time for the money we spent to the weather from before. So the horror of this chair smoking on the water while the balloon and the weather cried and cried. So the hung feathers hung and hung at the sod prayed and prayed at the water. Is the cherry wood floor and the carpenter in the piano and the chair so what. The woman and the carpenter watched smoking and the evening washed to cough on the porch. This chair in the piano and the boy leapt finally across the weather. And here is the infant. The infant and the one who went away in it. The basement in the kitchen kissed. And the nearby something extras cried and cried and the mouse swept and nothing was funny for the love of. Let us pray. The cherry wood floor swept and the stunned carpenter played the artichoke and the artichoke played the water and the money played the weather and the woman played the infant. The prayed and prayed sod roofs to make for the prayed and prayed sod from the water. So the cherry wood floor out the house above the cradled turq before it gets all over the balloon and the weather appears and the feathers digest the evening. The money spent all day and appeared. The mouse and the woman
the turq and the woman leapt no so what. This chair in the piano and the pianoed mirror all day. The one who went away swept so the carpenter built the piano and the chair and something extra in it so what. The carpenter cried for it and the blur cried for something extra. Say for now is true. Is a shell on the porch on top of the studied boy below the mouse who appeared. Above the boy and the woman the cherry wood floor mumbling to that there and the studied shell of the balloon before it drowns in the water and mirrors the shell of the evening before them. The hearth and the radiant carpenter cried and cried. The weather soothed. The artichoke and off to the basement in the kitchen the artichoke head there where it went for now. Is there nothing left but the feeling of the one who went away and the carpenter smoking to get the flowerpot on his chair and point at the masked weather? The infant really. This is a showboat.