Friday, 17 September 2021

Tapped in to a Fry-ight Night Date of Magic

 A horror-PAL-oww-zerrs of funeral garments, a row by row, row after row of Not-Black flowers and zero RGB colours.

The high definition was quiet, definately a state of wide eyed cinematic emotions.


Lifting the spirits, a medium to cheers, addition in flutters, a tap-as well as small treats. Random generated members of a Biblical One had a fluff when piping hot dreams met a joyous sax on the beach. The creme de la cream, whisked away in a passionate pearl shell.

A mystery of a Pipe dream, an elusive on the peach, this Biblical One. What a halloumi dipper, a chick doh'es wonders. Bombshell Bay of a tatters tot tooting of tapas and fajitas. Double dippers were sure off the rockers on a churro fiesta, I'm sure of coco-cacao-craze that a little later.



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