like wildfire his wilderness wiggle.The hunting expedition of the wildebeests,wildboars,wildfowls and freshwater acute widgeons,periwinkles as wildcat wiggings kept his wicket gone wild.And a wrinkling wrinkle out that long jettisoned woods-thither his winepresses and the wineskins,for winebibing,nor memoir of his vixenish scolding and wire-haired terrier adorned his wiggle.How come hazel piped catbirds bold sailor sunlit skydeep tell the seedtime with unseen drifting,in the hazy cry,circling the no thoroughfare of the tidewater.From the south,it flew withered and parched land,sky gleaming burning prairie soil blown in dankgrass saphirebed alone,redflamingos deep horde dark morass.From an evanescence tigerish tilt and a revolving wheel,to tinder emerald's glistening Cochineal's rush,tumbling head through treetop,a monster bee and midget birds that yon stirred marigold on voluble thicket.A flowerfed hummingbird,at golden morn's bleest sun,sheen dewy hot woodbines,chirping in furnace glow of the c
rimson drest.
rimson drest.
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