August 26, 2020
A CLING LIKE A LIMPET-PART ONE
Behold,a limpet is clung to the flywheel and the frequency of the bait,upon which a tether is hooked like a boobstrap and a golden fleece,is plaited. Bossom folks,serenaded meadows beneath and the nature's heel hoists the tinging folktales and the abiding folklores,to breathe upon disgruntled feet stiff upper lips,to fondle to glutton molasses in dense gilded forest.Like a storm, a cling to a limpet never returns.
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