Where dread for erroneous path is smooth outlay that leadeth to bliss
And lo retreat from the retro- fluffiness and bluffness of four flushers,
Decumbent in the battle of wits;not the sweet revenge to the dread of the brutes and cavalier;
Foggy blurts dressed in blushes
The remorseless hardly peruses the respiratory charm of metabolism,neither scold himself by ghouls of body snatchers and boehmeria bogies of every posthumous eggress nor apprehend the mystique of body plethysmograph,to afford awe in the gasping jaws of broken navel and navel gazers.
Like the gypsies,romanies and bohemians,with no bola or bolo tie to the bola knife whose fireball or bolide hewn by the bolometric nerves of storied pedigree atrioventricular bundle not so swallow that we could speak of.
O bean,crotchety dome,o noodle my cerebral bonce bury yourself at the birthland of sweet chaste .
Bonheur never say die the bonobos are never bonobos at the pleadings of sweet remorse
A sweet charm for sweet chaste beyond
bloody boo boo of the immanent shelf.
Bugaboos fled from the bogeys of the bogeyman.
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