What is there Tomorrow but what cannot be Today? Yesterday was a waterslide. Water, water everywhere, and not a drop in the sink. The pancakes saw it all in a dream. Alice smelled the oranges and floated to the moon. The clock tasted sour at midnight. At noon the second hand took a walk. The minute hand thinks the second hand is a workaholic. We heard the ducks in Ohio from our front porch. Our feet tiptoed on the sun. Alice has no nose to touch pineapples. The fireworks ate a good breakfast. My mind draws a flaming flamingo. I’m cold, therefore, I am a penguin. The fat toothpick gets the worm. The early bird took the train. It was the pancakes that did it.
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