Thread: walk in and have a seat game
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jacket and a
pink tennis racket
which included all
sixty-four string lines (I haven't the foggiest idea how many lines of string are in a racquet's webbing, but I am certain it is usually of one long length.)
tied into a
knot not unlike
the tail of
an oliphant belonging
to the dwarf
monster, known as
the one who
read beet roots
while beating red
tomatoes to a
pulp, then he'd
better try an
avocado squished lightly
between the toes
of the Nazg’l
on late summer's
evening in Rivendell,
amongst fragrant zephers
and smelly Orcs
who shared their
dreams of some
enchanted evenings with
Riders of Rohan
and dunlendings alongside
while making the
evening soup with
their friends from
Gondor, and potatoes
fried by S.Gamgee
the gardener who
also raised flowers
in the backyard
of City Hall.
the concerts took
seven hours to
check everyone's tickets
before they could
tune a fish
making it sing
'Three little fishies
Lost their mittens,
they all joined
happy feet dancing
without the shoes
or argyle socks
toe jam
