You think it’s easy, or should be, but it’s harder than hairy hard. Anxious eyes pretend only certain ones will enter paradise. Uncertain lies the crown on the lily pads on the pond. Ink spots and daggers lie in wait for the next of skin of an elephant as tough as its memory. Grown toothless, legless barons arise at the first stroke of the coronet stuffed with damp towels from the third hotel of the trip along the watchtower, barefoot servants too, but not the well-shod servants who cast an arm and a leg at a penny a pound. Kindly refrain from refraining when the ocelot sings the refrain of the national anthem of ocelots. A mirage is not all it’s cracked up to be–even if you account for the mirage-ish nature of such a thing, uncertainly bold, the effervescent fuzz bomb destroyed the bathtub before galaxies understood the situation in full. Full of vim and vigor, full of hiss and vinegar, a trial of cankers went all-in and found an encomium of three cookies and a glass of milk. Sounds good to me!
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I like elephants!
So you finally got your Moby Dick!
Lol
Very creative
Thanks!
I look forward to your post each day, your wit is above and beyond.
🙂 I get a kick out of it too!
This, to me, sounds an awful lot like an ocelot.
Yes! 😀 Said Sir Lancelot the polyglot.
I have never seen such a passionate blogger like you.
Yes! Because I don’t think of myself as a blogger. 🙂 I’m a writer who uses this blog as one channel of sharing my writing. But thanks for noticing and letting me know!