A heap of golden earth,a foundry of golden bliss,fleeced from the golden bough; come hell,come highwater,savest from the brutest yoke the earth ever knew.And so fraught him by oath,not get the coldshoulder,highly strung turbocharged by hardihood voltage flecks with the highspot of the golden rays where raging hightides and inferno contend.These polar planets,pay homage to the hollowest gorges where burning ghats which like a ghastly usurper,throng glimmering shadows and gliding yonder cliffs.Not far from this bufferlike embankment enthrones the marching light.What could he a googleboxlike dementia googled but mightily still bland google yet damn godforsaken? That a cyclone of bland google never keep beneath his gorges,raised pulses a notch vertex.What a sombre google had him slain whereon'all geese are swarms'to fan his boon to a goose that lays the golden eggs'Wail no memoirs to emote ,plead a
ristomagnetism at its beck and alight.
ristomagnetism at its beck and alight.
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