Sonet-76- This beguiling spot,a rot that stings sonorously,agonising the bossom of metro-corpus,bleaking omnibus posterity,insatiable they growl the innumerable with their insalubrious and the innoculate of the innuendos, And though innocuous violets be no inquietude to douse the unspeakable oddballs
a leaden fastened of a thourand times numerated them;then what could quietus of a pellmel'd throng do;if they shouldst an uprising trigger,trickling bland'st ambush of the futurity,Intrigues irritable,a downpour upon that irremedimable, reproachable irruption and sweetest vile above compare sweetest them to dwell,Why lovest thou that which a throng receivest,not glibly but with a chide sent,on an unrepentant errand boy never to return,Is it for hardihood to embroiled with a hazy eyes,but ah if clueless them to wet on a shallow ground,shalt harply front for a daisy kick
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