April 15, 2022

THE MERCHANDISE OF THREE KINGDOMS.PART 1

The Merchandise of witterest sands.The king enters palace and alone with him his heir aparent. A windstormed coxcomb of a winebiber shrouded in an evasive windheater,threshed for the wickerwork and wildfowled for the wildoats. Not a whit of whizkid,this whoop of white hope gone whoopee to make a whoopee in dingy sands.To whimper the whipping boy of an impetuous greyhound over whines of whimsies and whiffy gooses,wherefores the wheedle out wheels,fair mounds of thumping threads in the rubicon sallow. What a wetdream? Waterbirds dislodged from the windjammer,were wetblankets,waspish in the whale of time,wangling war neves,drowned in watercourses. "O this emblem of glory too fair to bliss me benumb.Too despair to vow me foresworn.And to liberty,my crucifix shall not deny. Now to your glory of posterity shall i add more grease and craves for freedom brows,in fair brace stricken in withered summers. Heretics feast on the berserk splendour

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