Never to be of want in doubt. Ever to catch the colt at the dooryard facing. Looking in and looking on the morning and maurades of the scant fed emeritus. What the locale of a Leviathan might partake of in astrolabe by the meter of a schtick. Prevailing against the walkied and talkied upbraid upon the genus.
Drafting inducement in Rye and Sundry conceits. Confronted by the tu many glib gibber jabber confluencies in the write 📝 off of possessors and their illegitimate metes. Tasking cancers of torrential 😋 beats and suffering lost vagars. The onus of intransience. 2 bit for a night’s stay in the bank 🏦 note 🎵 treasury of an unkempt and yet inconspicuous grain heavy mill.
Tripsing and traipsing along in outlandish pathos depicting effect. Romantic 💏 and wagering the gull for the dream 💭 of ringing neck. A drawn flight and pawl. Thorough calling rafters jam on the guise of something further borne and no less savory. Good church ⛪️ and good people. What in the heaven’s above are we ever to take much notice of other than the beast is a foot and man 👨 is taking his own steps back.
If not for the very simplicity of what actually entails an honest and caring apology the writs of eulogy and ode would fall 🍂 out. Balderdash in divied prat and obfuscate bowlers come their feted crocks.
Diopered by the pastiche knot. The occasional break in terminal sport. A sought after breach of vocal longing. The curdle of culumny and vapid pair. A blood rite causality.
The ignored and bane are grouped out gross and testy of all such mien whom stand a feared. Only at the revelation of a lie. Rather yes 👍 putting the thing down and waiving the refutation of missiveness. There is not another scene in the assembly of figure. To do without would mean the Earth had no sky and the seabeds no river or rain ☔ to feed their graces by.
A high mount upon the clerical boards of a washer woman 👩 and her scrubby buddy boo 👻 sticks. Clatter and track, matter aback, the very clarity of a dream 💭 flies down hill to the mawwing attempt at a grave. For oneself, for ones lover.
Finally,,, in the curtailing of a possible unseen quarrel with madness. In the light of council and in the frame of good marks. No more limit of the means to assuage. Simply to bring the laughing 😆 chatterer his final closer in a black cup of patent tea 🍵.
The commission of model and form concise without explicative. The remainder, left to lumber like tribes of a heaven’s scent upon the birth of tomorrow. To represent, to crawl forward delighted and fully well borne. Committed to the priming of the eternal flame. The vast trust in bough and huddled leaf 🍀. Fini, in the ascendant and in one last need to reprove the daft steppy of her tall chorale. Good Lord, thy will be done.
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