no my way home i met a monkey whit a top hat that is black the monkeys mistirous orange ferr was softer than a puppy ferr his eys glomed in the darkness as he leped form tree to tree his tiny feet smaller than ants as they sparkaled in the night his tall waged like a dog as he swung in the midnight sky. on my way home a saw a flying pig in the night sky the pig was chotherd in mud as he flew a rambow trall came from his shiny white wings his radoactive sunglas beemed in the sky as he troted allong with his glowing nike shos. on the way home i saw a dinosar with a house head his green skin shimerdin the bright sky his sharp teeth chotherd in rote he was a angr dinosar but not so much. on the way home i met a baby chickn with a orange red head his ferr chotherd in snow he was shivering he was in need of a blanket his orange feet derty as hell left mud foot print as he wabled along. on the way home i met a scaly scared crocidile as he speeded along the stret his nimble fingers plaed a
beet on his old trumpit is feet wer like tense balls with fingers stiking out his bell sckufed along the grond leving a panfull trail.
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