HEIRLOOM

"Why are those heirlooms in your vet,o my legatees?How obscene and fine kettle of nemcon to thee obscure this golden nuggets for utter chaos?"O mortgaged posterity balloons the face in the blue sky,Is that why this patchwork so condescending calls thee a goon because it pillaged what smears with sears?O hone!what virtus would elope with the winds because they irretrievably,lost in memoirs?Take not your heirloom through the ragged cloud to elope,my beloved guttersnipes,O hone!what then would you have done when your patrimony by glory thrust upon them who love misty eyes?O hone thy aloft above the caisson and be profiteth greatly from the heirloom of your spirit to avert this fritter banks.