Thread: The Three Word Game!
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warg rider who
still are able
to do what
others struggle to
do under water
while crying for
spilt milk which
is rather impossible
to mop up
with a hay-fork
espcially three tined
boxes of foreign
made hammers that
make a noise
when pounded against
A big tree
house in which
tiny people from
every elvish tribe
gathered together to
cross-stitch little
nursery napkins for
for grownup Dwarves
forking soup with
great foot roots
belongings of former
Ents who had
stumbled into some
briar patches which
Brer Rabbit no
thought it funny
because of the
tar baby inhabitant
passed out at
the briar patch's
hoping that somebody
brought pizza and
softdrinks for (a) major
feast celebrating the
hope of spring
blooming flowers that
everyone has longed
for 100 years
to smell the
socks of the
Bugbladder Beast (of) Trall
never became as
pungent as the
smell of neighbouring
hog farms where
