a good day

Jumping sitting down daisies dancing with tulips afterward the skies shower us with roses and lava, a magnet will flower and attract all things quickly moving us to escape and quickly run, dodge through the trees. The grass washes us like we’re cars in a wash and we become  clean of spoils leaving behind our mossy remnants. And then a call from the father tree saying: “Engage yourselves for the end but start of a new time.” Cancel your plants with a barking peel of a banana tree. Consequence all of the earnings we gained. Set back the track along the forwarding stack of papers containing the knowledge of future bring abouts.


The End

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