Meander

A careless green woodpecker is trying to get off the subway, but some befuddled yokels are blocking the door, trying to figure out if this is their stop, stumbling upon a pile of dry cognate stones.

A spoiled or foppish townsman also meanders through the underground maze while chewing his innate bacon, his thick, succulent stems entirely abandoned as useless and misleading in the process or circumstances of being born.

A broadly “misshapen egg” joyously peals the plan for wandering in a unique way, like a “chawbacon” or “hayseed”: casually, and without urgent destination: rambling trepidly into a cock’s egg.

In spite of all this, a clumsy, heavy-footed, xeric shark , naïve and gullible in her 12-foot deep, 120,000 gallon tank, follows a winding or intricate (and citified) course into her nascent renaissance.

She roamed over the hills for hours.

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