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There's one cat who meows in the alleyway but mimics a fowl dog who ate larval staged meat. There's two headless horseman racking leaves to find their heads that teenagers rolled down the country hills. there's three furry bears in a cave testing hardness and softness while four bats hang backwards to avoid the light. The five cowgirls had six cowboy hats each exactly. They're going to run out if they keep throwing them at groups of seven boys. Eight dentist chairs were rolled onto stage so the nine musketeers, multiplied by three, could get ten root canals. The doctor said he could have given eleven more of them but he heard twelve whimpers of pain and gave up. There were thirteen bounced checks and fourteen wrinkled foreheads who were lost in eternity for fifteen years. Sixteen world banks filed bankruptcy to drive dollars down. Seventeen hands were squeezed from an angel holding glowing red lips. eighteen hearts and brains switched spots anatomically leaving nineteen grown men sprawled on the ground like they drank twenty or so too many.
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
The Count to Twenty
There's one cat who meows in the alleyway but mimics a fowl dog who ate larval staged meat. There's two headless horseman racking leaves to find their heads that teenagers rolled down the country hills. there's three furry bears in a cave testing hardness and softness while four bats hang backwards to avoid the light. The five cowgirls had six cowboy hats each exactly. They're going to run out if they keep throwing them at groups of seven boys. Eight dentist chairs were rolled onto stage so the nine musketeers, multiplied by three, could get ten root canals. The doctor said he could have given eleven more of them but he heard twelve whimpers of pain and gave up. There were thirteen bounced checks and fourteen wrinkled foreheads who were lost in eternity for fifteen years. Sixteen world banks filed bankruptcy to drive dollars down. Seventeen hands were squeezed from an angel holding glowing red lips. eighteen hearts and brains switched spots anatomically leaving nineteen grown men sprawled on the ground like they drank twenty or so too many.
hank-roberts
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
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