Thread: walk in and have a seat game
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and no creamer
Instead he used
some plaster paris
with some wet
herbs picked near
the left leg
belonging to scary
old nob playing
hide and seek
with his cousins
in the barn
amongst the hay
and the grain
of the wooden
granary where plants
overfloded the ground
being watered seven
times a day
with special entish
help learned by
three adolescent twigs
the ordinary way
through treebeard who
thought them how
to juggle three
by whistle the
bark of trees
over their heads
along with birds
who didn't fly
but instead swam
in the lake
and down the
fields of unknown
purple flowers that
smelled so annoying
as they were
reminiscent of grandmother's
dirty old perfume
worn every day
when she went
knitting with her
with her woolen
tea cozy that
sometimes fell out
the Green Troll's
cave. Nearby it
was rumored that
the mother of
the Purple Walrus
