Is a hollow of winces,across burning ghats,haphazardly hankypanki'd
and laced betwixt the submerged causeway and its winding slope?Of
happygolucky harlequins and harlequinade,hexes the briddle with highwater
mark,of highly stung,seeking palladium,slung in the hightide beyond,And there
inroad,the high tension and highwater come hell bled.One placid morning
winces ere the cloud had highton'd ensembled,sunbaked,hotfooted,in this
hotwater and hotpotatoed tardypath,ill sated hothouse plant,planking the
bay,with barehand hypochondriarchal in turmoil,toy'd with subterfuged winces
as mere stroll in the park.It was an illusory and dare not vommit,such
illwills not immaculate as fugacious winds and blasting storms had tossed
beneath,wither or wince,o wight in thy widgets,cluttering feet or gnat
straining,each incognito,incoherent upon prior salvo,googly as they goof,and
in that mote of infiltrated neurosis,Not inviolable or innoculated,did they
insouciant trigger to inveterate tis
some inverse proportion of
introsective intumescence or introversive intuision that hardly reinvigorated
the surface and stormy surge of the sedentary bonemarrow.Heypresto,not yet
halting nor ebbing,an inviolable composure!And remedy of winces once
again,deemed with freak as vile;in its omnibus beguiling sports,dandy
invertebrates all along,making a hoodwink of irremediable reproach,that was
its pinions,its vulture,its cricket flight,its ironmongery,rather its
verve,and invariably,jackbooting with remedy-jettissoned,what with this jelly
are jetsams'alike,all asundry pitfall,were purged nor jejuned by this
vile,And now to inverterates,pluck judgement at a fresh perchance,to
instigate remediating levees or scrutiny too fain groovy,either to be
dissected from its jeering spots,On which it grew or to be lacklustred to
venture to its own vomit,diverse a fern,jives this tardypath.Mammoth still
impenitent ferns recalcitrant and haply that those jocunds of jestering
jibs.So,stately dignified of this damsel,
nomenclatured:hotheaded charm,in
its humble abode,set ablaze on lovers'night than placate by the parade of
belicose brood or jingle grin of the manx,on a fine piety kettle of
fish,whacking his kettldrum at a recess lawn:So fared she by passers' by,that
sparkling dusk,from the sunset,Meanwhile,a niggling was slapped upon he,when
he first amorous salvo fired,the rodeo mirth of lovers'bug,flocking the
recess lawn,to groove its flamboyant clubbing,disdained greedily his feet to
the furthest encroachment,flocked to those fancies and damsels earth,were
emotive blank fires of the spirit,he plunged in this mire,when in a twinkling
of an eye,a glitterring and glimmering haze was unleashed,infront of
jawdropping fanfare.
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with ease remedies,won her
heart.What plays and coys,so cunning a fox,were soon to be jubilant as the
old sleigh bells.And sobs he,the lounge lizard at first volley and
salvo,frittered away providence and the boon of a precious gem,motheaten by
haply longuer'd intendment,in contrast to she who fell weakling for his
wizzardry.
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