We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. ~Winston Churchill

11.23.2017

Beach Izzle

The drizzler was drizzling as he laid on the beach. Come camping with me and we'll drizzle you'll see for I like all the drizzle and not all the fizzle that camps on the tree. The fizzle came down to the drizzle and laid on the beach of frizzle and bizzle. The fizzle had nothing to nizzle with drizzle so he ran to the tree where bizzle can't be.

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