A winter goldenrod bouquet brought to you by our local Longfellow prairie. Aged since last spring for piqued robustness.
Contrary to conspicuous confusion, could a coquettish coneform conspire as a crocus crony, cattily concealing convoluted Concords?
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Alliteration at its finest, I'd have to say.
Thank you feral-cat. I owe it all to Dr. Smith and his pusillanimous pest, that cacophonous collection of cogs & camshafts.
Of course there was that Sally with her sea-shell selling, but we really weren't that tight.
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