Even as Maximus aftermath of lustrous massacre in the adjoining Hamlets, gins him awake upon his drudgery feet,to summon him virilest girth and girdle
And lo they annexed the enslaved fields of liegemen.
Ere the conquest, maximus oratorio spun him off his dubiety and rebuke immaculate indolence of Forlorn seas from his broken navel.
And so the chaste thus begins in the alabaster ointment of Arabian knights:
" Forlorn seas not the summer's wind delight
Dappled coats of the evergreen fields
Apparently cannot be worn twice in fiery seasons of dejavu
Shackled shells roasted on fallen springs
And all too short a carious lustre of lush and lease to mush the living spring from chaotic dusk,
Springs, Summer, autumn and winter ,all embrace
In their nebulous grills of vicious cycle
Are all too ecstatic siblings of mothernature in their resilient eroses of elliptical ovals,
As recipients of the nature's bounteous plenitude of malediction and benediction
Never forlorn amiss in the furuncle of brazen lull
Tis the Damocles is intered in the lacuna of mortal amiss,serenade and the serenaders may not outrun cries in dingy clouds .
Shall I compare thee to my shallow tusk?
Not the hottest of Venus in the heaven's eyes
To drift to the farthest and too fair an unfairest plows of golden roses to ferment
By chance and mischievous mischance nature's course blatantly maneuver undimly in blustery nor shall ever shallow .
Nor retreat from smithereens thou which worst nature 's drill owest the penchant's tryst, inevitable to extinct in its time .
Nor shall doom dimly braved as if it not being moulted into bloom of fortunate impeding years
As it says beyond mother nature "nothing last forever",to stalk the wiseacres
and weirdest weirdos in their frustrated enigma hellbent in the brace for the golden hills.
when in the parodies of time to come thou growest sturdier among the trees of the forest.
So long as anthropos can breathe thee the vicissitudes and verisimilitude the byzanthinous facts of life ....
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