There were snakes in the old stone place, but the grass grew so green...
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There were snakes in the old stone place, but the grass grew so green...
No one could imagine danger. Festivo and Antigone went toward danger daily, hoping it would run away. When it stood to fight, they quivered. A smart little fingerling potato spent all her attention on the quiet hours. The food had food to eat.
I lost track of my thoughts. There were a dozen tents. And a dozen Trents
Gents kents fence.
Rhyme with mouth. South.... That's all. Not counting slant rhymes, can you think of another?
Her name was count xhoxula
There were two fancy gents typing their freewrites in phones... Both those gents were I. Were me?
Under there. Under where? Oof woof. Tomorrow will be a new freewrite. Let's look forward to that. I wonder if I'll figure it out before the phone dies.
"Caller, are you there?" Suddenly, another voice came on the line.
It was the operator. Nothing ominous, just one professional talking to another.
.
Whoa. The Taj Mahal, man. That's a big tent. My parents used to say that about their tent. My phone is dying. Gotta go quicker. Gotta make 5 minutes go quicker.
She had a cold
It made her feel sick. Poopy awful. Which was a bummer, of course. There was nowhere to go to feel better. He had to just post because his phone was out of battery. Juice. Zuuzh.
