In a morning of wet field and red base, a sweat falls around three and tree to a table becomes a crowd, unless you’re squeezing the right bee. Then eat light, since labels will run to the fridge in juicy sky, unless you’re squeezing. Unless you’re squeezing leaves need a ladder, then the latter falls in the forest at sunrise raising from the forest squeezing the bee and the be.
All around sweet children drink peels in florida flowers, and think under flowering blades to link scented peels and find a meal. The whole fills your spell as the fragrant spill of tropical pills is a lot on your plate.
Let go now, orange is around, let the mind sip the small skin and thin gin made in the shade of an extract shape, take a lick.
Get going for breakfast before life takes the bark for a ride and leaves a perfect ark riding to the mark, squeeze the bark.
In the morning, a sudden acid flies across the navel if it’s able to drip the hybrid core. Suddenly the cross section is a fable of white and gold citrus punch. For lunch, russet roulette is hard work for a golden member, perhaps. But remember, in November, mandarin and pulp fiction don’t mix, take a gulp.
At dinnertime, bitter rhymes in this banana republic are a public dare. At dinnertime, in a bloody pair the republic has to there.
Regardless of this odorous sack of vitamin snacks never lacking a lesson. Indeed, next to a fresh pear of mango tango and bronze waste a wedge listens to the edge because laughter is the only medicine in this track of the wedge.
Happy rolling on a rainy day in autumn when happiness doesn’t know where bottom is. The best bottoms are the ready bottoms.
Simply orange of happy guests, a simple mess, a loose express. No pain, no brain. Unless a list fool of sunny recipes oppresses the mist. No pain, no rain. During summertime the funny blues choose to prime the orange out of honey money.