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Penelope pickled peaches picked in Portland by the pound. Pete picked her up on the path to Pennsylvania, promising praise in perpetuity, but they packed it in and parted in Poughkeepsie over pumpkin pie. Her pinkies were pitted, her pimples pathetic, but part of her plaits pleased players of pianos.

Her parentage passed from Portugal to Pittsburgh, pipers and penny-pinchers in preponderance. Pierced by a pineapple spear in Pago-Pago, her palpitations potted her. Placed in plaid, and plunked into the Pacific, she proceeded to paradise, presumably praying politely for Pete.

Play for plum pudding
provide good porridge
pepper your pleasure with peace.


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Colors byPilgrim Heretic.