That the magniloquence of mortals might never in demise extinct,
But by the sloth evade should by burnish grows,
His tender plumes maketh her bone boils:
Skittish memoirs her daintiest swerve barely afford,
To thy own riveted sangfroid's eyes,contrast spangled thy sullen eyes,
To send Sullivan in sulky's fairy island trips,
Filial piety thy weary flame agonizing peril sultry pent up crimson submerge,
Cast over giddying canyon where redounds to amorous rites,
Dead to gorgeous playground of equalitarian folks ,
in glowing robes of unfettered supercalifragilisticexpialidocious moors,
Yet this tender loom of faintiest bough,
that meads in greedy plow dust the shallow buds,
As repugnant sunrise 🌞 whisks transition into cheek fallen sunset 🌇 ,
Pathetic Sullivan grouchily burns empathy the world is unfair with time ,whereon mean spirited vulgars encrust smothering alloys of its plains.
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