What could ever come between those in the middle. Likewise what slakes could be drawn to bounds comprized. How does the sockhop and the hoedown remit to these Koans. To merit an exceptional mean. To whisper of no illmet conquest or malaprop in regret or shallow qualm with societal norms.
The Moon it urges occasional Hel to belch from her grave. The washing of hands after succinct effort signs throes for a set of templates. Aegyptic pans knickerbocking trampoline camps in the midland of auguries with a long slow arcing panalopy. Lost in the culling truck of the disporters it spins adroit oft and again.
Meadowlands amidst. Several hobbing galavants exchanging Dada sticks to draw the rose line across the wind blown grasses. A graceful bluebird blushes. A fancy litter of stymied rag handlers acquiesce between raucous hoorahs and colloquial geste of hedges and cold bawd hours kept semphry fulla gnossis..
A geste for the roadside hoggies. That live forested in little quagmire boggies. How they draft and horse all the beef of folken manners of matters about the qual dodge. The gumption for practices in need of tempering. Like steel unborn. Somehow lost to the mucky slosh of hinterland gill and vine.
A drawn cord foundling in Hartwick. The penchant beyond the green. Bawdy equipped in the rambles and bugouts of bearded folks surmise. The onerous sanctimony of parallax unaccustomed. The rye, he insipidly tanks the ginny for her easy lambastes, her puddle Monti of fellian richmans’ pride.
A parsley standard insconsed in the tremendous statliness of a hundred thoroughly antiquated things. Like people of a fretting inconsequence. All perturbation in their victimless scheming toward hanging red flags. How says the mensch for his term. By malaprop or euphemism? To beat the band or to gain something titular in response?
Do not bother to bring answer to this mystery. It is both mott and for nought. The mete tempts like blood. To carry on in argument or worse. There are the holy days and there are the holy fairs. The ability to adapt and to change has the ability to be steadfast and sound. The act proffers its time for a charge. And the yoke is fierce and broad. Sympathy for the reckless tonight. The spirit travels far.
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