Prowlers on the prowl,punks and punkster s on the punk, safecrackers and cat burglars on the stampede of justice.
Oh gosh!This cliché of second story operators in the malignancy of public rebuttal.
To sneer and jeer me proffess abiding steadfastness to the doting heart persuade,
And swear to abide truthful as the knight of old,
Whence hast thou becoming of things crooked
That in the aptly riverbank of strange bedfellows
Neither a vacillate,a teeter-totter nor a seesawed
Dunked in the warranty of repression acicuminous?
Were it not for the aristate,barbelate and setaceous guiles of nefarious second story operators
To sidetrack errands and send on wild goose chase
Fairest roses in their spangled necklaces might not impuissant bent ?
The fairest votary over diverse legions a portrait of true hearts and setiferious,chaetophorous stallion deny
In winky storms above the hispid,setarious and echinated guiles of second stories, nemesis of new dawn,
A mother's Carey chicken overwhelming putsch,
Which from patience 's kindled fire took immortal lust beyond setose drill of shaggy dog story.
Patience fire heats dreamland, buffets espionage and a gatekeeper and gatecrasher of Victorian hills.
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