bike riding in the tulips
when ship wrecks arrive on time at the dandelion eating contest, Mark's sister Bentley would play chess at such a high speed that a snail would get eaten by a snake. Parenthetically speaking, or feeling, administrating a prime numbered group of invisible sentient stifles would render this author as a catapult degrades due to diminishing returns. Cryogenically stored as an ice cream cone. Twice.
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We could be sleeping in the flowers/ We could sleep all afternoon/ You'd proclaim that you're an island/ I'd proclaim that I'm one too.
(yes - I knew you'd pick up on it, photo of mine) (she answered cryptically.)
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