She wrote a song-
stress who’s dreams spoke-
n for flew by looking-
glasses are for reflection, and imag-
ination is a child’s great-
coats hide a million sin-
gular, plural word-
smiths keep the mind-
fulness is exercising for the soul-
ful singers take my breath-
taking, spectacular views across the plain-
flour isn’t very good for bak-
elite aeroplanes, flow by pilot-
fish which amaze dive-
bombers ducking and swooping down at Hamburg-
er restaurants serving everything with chip-
ping forests, to make paper, is a waste-
d opportunity to elevat-
ors taking workers up-
side down cakes with pine-
trees growing in plant-
ain curries. For din-
astic monarchs ruling piece-meal-
ey worms. Not in their sand-
castles, but in a child’s spa-
tulars belong in the kitchen, which can be the dirt-
bikes should be banned. They create noise pol-
iticians are just as bad, with vest-
ing in December, these stock-
ades are a big part of our pas-
sing fads, and ideal product stream-
ing internet feeds the desire-
able personality traits seen at a speed date-
abase of where fires have burn-
ners are used to cook, heat, and experi-
ence new places in the mold of disco-
theques than never sleep nor give pause for rest.