A mend which shows no simple correction is not displaced by organisation.  So to mix and mingle, so to adjust center-pieces, so to mingle ferns, so to embarrass every curve, is not the print of a marguerite, it is so likely to shine.

The silence and squeaking is perculiar, the silence has the heat of the waste paper.  This does not make a balloon.

The tone and the flush is wetter, the tone is a standard and manufacture is an outfit.  There is cloth.

Pigeon is not liquid, it is not surgical, it is unpressed, it is rejoicing, it is simultaneous, it is not particular, it is plentiful, it is determined.

Powder is not elegant, it is not painful, it is meritorious, it is twinkling, it is the weather.

Like the spoon and the educated banana there is no correct description.  There is light and there is manner, there is a touch of a splinter.

Seen in the hand there is nothing hiding, seen in the hand there is lightning.  Seen in the hand there is an eruption.  Seen in the hand there is recognition.

A brown subject is seen by the color.  The red which is there is dark.  The blue is that color.  If the time is a sensitive celebrity then a piece of the paper is essential.

A splice is something that causes a connection, a spectacle is something that causes that, a return is something that causes that.  Old single houses are established.  A bed room is furnished.  Lying in the same position does cause that nice sound.  There has been a dozen.

A state when there is no dirt is not so handy as flattery.  A tongue makes moisture.  Sadness is plenty.  The arrangement is at noon.  The end is wider.

No more eggs when they are sitting, no more pigeons when they are cooing, no more landing in the market, no more stretching in the town.  No more of most cheese.  No more is that.

The time to moderate a particular sale is when there is money and a blessing, this is the time to begin the argument.

All the same nails have tacks and all the same hammers have tools and all the same lights have that and all the same books have paper.  This does not make dirt.  This makes that.

So to clean that stinking has that odor, so to clean that the feathers are empty, so to clean and to age a winter means that changing a wedding is over.  The turn of the eight pieces are not blacker.  The winking of the faint flat-boat is not past.  There is a station.  There is a widow.

All the time that the old age is passed is that when the label is empty and later any time later there is more breath and a little goose.  The time to smell anything is in the oven.  All the paint shows that.

Speaking is not an opening, returning the bent candy is not audacious, surely the polite sale is willful, surely there is more hope.  All the same the cause has the plain picnic, it shows such weather, it does not shun clinging.  So the candy is best hired and the long leaves have the stem.  There is no hot hindering.