Establishing ephemeral
The strange blanket that reminded no one of what time would be the best time to keep from not doing something, wasn't used for a purpose other than what was naturally intended.
Bland elocutions that helped only the few, well, they couldn't have been more or less than they were.
A socket wrench made of tulips held that walking north-east on a Tuesday evening may not be the most inaccurate method to delivering sonnets or limericks to anyone who would listen. I should know.
Sometimes I don't count to eleven.
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