Languidly Loitering by the Lower Levels....
Languidly loitering by the lower levels of the lesser Lublin literary library, I literally loved looking at the lively, liberally likeable lubliners. I looked at the light, and liberated the erm, photograph?
Anyway. Enough alliteration already.
This museum hosts a panoply of purple Polish polishing poles. Pale purple poles. Phosphorescent purple poles. Polished purple poles. Pugnacious, perspicacious purple poles.
Purplish poles. Painfully purple poles. Perilously purple poles. In a word? Purple Polish polishing poles.
I perspired painfully, perchance to photograph purple poles in a palely periwinkle panic. I pressed the pusher. I felt a pachynsis of my phalanges, whilst my peripatetic permeameter permeated permeatingly. I passed a pernicious perpilocutionist, who plopped a pink peruke on my pate.
Then I woke up. It had all been a phantasm.
Anyway. That's the peroration of my painfully purple piece on the museum of purple Polish polishing poles.
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