A Tender Thursday

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Park. The snap. Cardigan undresses in a short envelope. It is now in real time that I uncover my artistic melancholy. A telephone crosses the road and rings by an old man. Cider. Awoken in the mustard time coach that likens are coat to a freshly born dream, the marmoset bounded into the kitchen. Francis took two pieces of paper and began constructing a box out of oak. Thursday transformed itself into a new fable of intensity. We lost our coins in the fresh box of old rum.

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In ancient time the fox broke the back of a kettle and staplers walked the earth like silken mice. Today we have all of these electronic bones that make us shake and cry like an intense sovereign berating the voluntary sector for its lack of rice.

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Felix woke. His eyes signalled the coaxed atom of one thousand mountains. The slender baboon dropped his parsley into the sink and an orchestra played Dunn's fifth symphony "An Ode to the Black Soup". Thoughts turned to Wales and then Ireland. It was about that time for a reappraisal of fortune. The gyrating symphony of interrogation lined the marzipan forest like a soap skilled robin.

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Hermetic sense timed the origin into a false corner. Amongst the words heard were chicken. Poultry. Paradigm shifted into the ocean of swimming. Yachts sang on the occasion of the springtime. Bones new like old pastry folded into the mine. Indigo and ducks lined the seasons of this most magnificent chesperyspoon! Robed Dalmatians signed autographs for otters. Tangible curtains mocked the gentle phase of the moon. Harmonic yellow post-it notes marked the way as the race began. Darkness fell upon the earth. A spoon was let loose in a crowded room. Yards were lost as the fabric withered at its silver advance. Bringing a welcome return, the silver panther lost his parking ticket. Rescuing the fact from this unfortunate scene, he found a piece of card. Adventure most iron in this board of reason formed the due of a pair of socks. Due in five minutes, is the train bound for bedtime.