Oxtail soup in the fall on the shore of the oxbow. As far as billabongs go it's quite modest. Wee turtles, green lilies and a small amount of duckweed and sunfish.
Oxnard OXR it is not. Thousands of oaks yes, but within a forest rather than a county.
Oxycodone scheduled not once, but twice for reasons of making everything into a world of sweet fuzzy rabbits. Much like the cotton-tail in front of the bumper of the car in the parking lot this lunch, today.
Only Occidental in its sum of a sun setting over the western mountains.
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