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The fire breathing penguins sit in slippers to forge their breakfast from granite kippers entertained by the dancing of a light bulb's toes and the singing of an eggplant rose The music was performed by the polar Eagles flying south to date a bear carrying with their eyes a pack of beagles donated by the juggling mare Her claws cut through the onion hooks designed to be read through the sole of a moo forgotten by the potato books who were biting their ears to please a shoe The laces have sold their hair for a day to a parasitic sand bacon rind now it's time to run away before I rush in to my mind