
A beauty salon to beautify oneself, hair dye, auburn awe burned in color. As we see sweating it out a sweet hard-working farmer's straw our great wonderful awe. Open your mouth say "aw" and in it we will place a plastic straw a beverage of real milk so sweet. A green palace of cornfields, Iowa, Mama, milking a cow's udders of mother's white pure cow-made milk not almond milk dirty stagnant polluted pond so-called milk not.
Milk pods milk weed, open pods a nest inside cotton-like material puffy fluffy flowing pod hair soft pliable, a pod of whiteness purity, opened as a grateful gracious gift to thee.
Natural beautiful blossoms flowers of every rainbow color, red on the top of a natural rainbow blue on the bottom, a bottom-less pit not in which to sit. A California tar pit not into which to waddle doodle fall, a canoe struggled paddled out, a place of honesty burial for dear dinosaurs, the proof is in the pudding "he put in his thumb and pulled out a plum" truth scientific Darwinian evidence of our real ancestors: celestial, the brightest star the Northern star, Northern Light, Hurricanes on the east coast, a place not to boast.
Butterscotch mouth-watering golden candies purist pudding wisely not dizzy Scotch Whiskey.
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