The simple cadence of the vernacular stride is to know the Fence, the Standard of Course by pole pored Flags,
the red and white blank dark cricket to that no Man no Master no Commander no Horseship nest leaves the bearings,
a compass of body soared sole to the Text on the listing of the language that B.D.S.M. has a skid,
the toy of the let us fly to Pegasus, the Moon on that space is a Hop skip to late.
Twilight blinkers on the corker of a British is the English splatter that a Conch could be drone,
in that the Night poof to this born to War span is I on the Jeans the boots and the tennis shoes,
a racket for the ball the Court is a World the haul is this Trailer of the People on a Cause tick.
The revolution to the drink of restless sleep is that I am the stock of the Tankers from Old Past,
cycle the Circuit no Time on the Facts that idle is living and the Men have goated shacked.
Timids to that Shite that road of Park at the Liars on the Hospital of the Colony is a Citadel,
the dungeon on the missing floor the song as the movie tracks that forward act shun ported bung,
as that is the obvious of an Oblivion on Contagion I scrap the chicken Yard a pork Rind to staple,
this bred and done said to the Storm that sike is an Oliver and Bill Mayer is a grown!!
To the Owe Rye lee's of the Squirt fanta this to Org. and at the Shipping Knews canter your life at trots,
lid the Wipers with Content meant to divide of edge Pour ridge,
this laid dull blunt is the Cut that Thought to Hump.
Diddle on the V ole Awe and ra Zen bow to skittles A lei,
flowers on the Con do it to Trust of Wall up rounding Earth.....have a beautiful Praate.
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