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Walking my potato trombone holding a giraffe by its trunk I heard a monster horse hat being tickled by pillow skunks The smell was enough to freeze a horse riding with strawberry ham juggling freezers with its toes with a jar of honey roast jam The happily depressed fox lemon was feasting on the ice chopping up knives with a candle tree to sell cucumbers to the lice The insects marched to the sight of a breath trying to eat snake hair bales setting fire to their own eyebrows in order to melt their tails the smoke blinded the ears of a tennis cat picking a fight with a balloon that's enough sanity for the evening so we can paint this morning's T Rex spoon