A JUBILANT HILLS'BLUECOATS.PART4

in abesi's deadwood.Cantankerous easterlies detest ever twinkling twinkling east street's palava tumbling eastwards raving rapids with dense fogbanks.Easy as pie it came like falling off a log as like a barrel's shooting fish ate the dust and it was gone eu-de-vie as acqua vitae.A gag person with the gagrule like the windy sail gone gaga in the gagshow galactic galerina, plumbean,plumbiferous pewter at the tethering ends,could not console him,eloping brasstack.Amiss the dinghy galleon galiot to capsize with saturnalia boat,a riverie at alabaster even as gallstone of macabre humour vaporises,brasstacks on the high sea flee to vain safety.To the mother carey's kitchen screeching snow,gamesmanship and ganders at gangbanger,gaping coast gloating and blinding at meagre parley of the gaff-rigged sails and gallipot's thraldom,containment much farthest cry with no reprieve.May we not be sloths in dainty times and blue funk the galipot with the smoking gun bled the ilks'scorecard profusely in the emasculated jungle.