Choosy Mothers choose JIF

they said it one day. they produced a settlement, the size of Ted Williams’s head. inside, there was a rational landscape, or at least a very good simulacrum of one. we got out our tools and went to work. in later days, there would be a crowd, each person explaining dust on the floor. we would be shared, as visions of a continuous language. continuous language would be one sweet gift to imagine, as we strive to initiate a tradition of understudy and repose. the time ripens even as we speak. choosy mothers fill out a raft of forms, just so that expression can be accurately dated. dad’s working late, but will lend a hand when he can. everything at the airport is just rush rush rush. such language stuns the focal point of this discussion. we terribly remember the very sad day. Ted Williams’s head is still spontaneous, still full of surprises, so yes we feel we can carry on. people get back to work, knowing they can. choosy moms illustrate many diverse indications, just trying to help. everyone goes along with these judgments. we agree that they are in our best interest. we turn to poetry without any help