a rusht job

Robin ran all the way back to Warsaw for a weird rare race. A weird rare race with wheelchair railings around the roundabout, of course. Robin ran for the weird rare race. She ran past Rains and Reno, past Windsor and West Bumwich, and even past Roshadon, a city in Wales. Robin ran for the weird rare race to race around the roundabout course, but trying to run for the weird rare race wrought, wrought to Robin's legs. Because Robin wrought, wrought, running ruthlessly to run in the weird rare race, she was unable to run. The plan was a success. You don't run in the weird rare race because the weird rare race races wheelchairs around the roundabout course. And so, because Robin wrought, wrought to her legs, she, renewed in her new wheelchair, joined Warsaw's weird rare race that races wheelchairs around a roundabout course. She went round and around and round around the roundabout course in her new wheelchair, coming in first place in the weird rare race. Her achievement inspired Warsaw and all the people around the world. They cheered as they watched her receive her award for the weird rare race, waving to the crowd as she walked off the podium. Crooked cookies, crooked cookies, cakes and pies, crush it, crack it, crapper ties, crystal critters cry like mad, croaking, choking frogs are sad.