Fondling on that which ambiguous trash doth ambitly ameliorates,The rabbit muddle-bath sickly animus applauds,my gallantry o thy gallantry,doth apposite dose of physics warrants,Be not apopletic when at thy early infantry,thy presumptious are not kept being atrociously bungled,O sweet vision is protracted illness but with synergy of alternating stratagem in the ministry of action,pyrhic victory could not be extinct,and that testament like epistle that sweet vision with no stratagem,is pyrhic victory,could not be farce, Penultimate balms and doses at Alupluto,basal headed,my purport thy purport,punditry and greymatter as fuguemen,Are not at loggerhead and in doldrums with pounces of these doses,For as i have shown thee and with further ado beyond bauble,which at this bazaar,the ramrod baton must have been taken and the golden feast for its gladiators shall begin,for i have proven thee spanking,not bent and baulky at this beseech,who was as plain as pikestaff,beyond bemuse,bellyful in arts and showmanship
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