A NARCISSUS LOVER.PART 6

'Waow,travelling in a single mother 's country?' 'yet just a rite for a lass!' 'A lass!' 'Yea.' stonecold he as she laughed hysterically,with risibility fallen down on canvass. 'That shouldest think me heavy for thee where narcissus so froth a salvo myself forsake,Still facial rococo earnestly rivet greedily,flung over this toasting of a roaring trade,how quickly fast apaced thou set this ball rolling and this frollic heart's adore rollick'd thee on the roll of honour and a plaque for thy bravery.Oh,i ve not been rooked.' His detest of laborious lass was instantaneous. At that blooming roseate of the evening sky,his rotund gait headed home,for the roost and muttered on his bed.His plainant was roused by erstwhile spouse's rooks who sequel to their nuptial knot,rode him down roughshod and withheld this knight of old,wherein she above belched so easily and tribulated by its memoirs,barely shown remorse.And so at noontide,this virago did make a comeback and to her consternation,there was rough and tumble