Wednesday, June 4, 2025

"It's probably Ostrich, but

 it may have been rubber stamped," the man submitted to five o'clock tea time just want a nap headrest "to think" abour it.  The mysterious animal tracks that had been spied coming to and fro from and too the ancient tembre 

  Not a temple temple 

  Forever ever 

  "Quit calling me a princess," the baseball player in a prairie hat bent his tallness to get the colored pencils rubberbanded together with a pony tail holder to plop out of the magic hat's bottom top.


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