What bed of quicksand ,snare,to swindle your entanglement?
What cloak,swathe,acouter, to avail unruly melee and disculpate thee from this swaddle of serdom?
What drape in sticky ,steamy plough habilitate thee
Amidst the booby trap for golden heinies
And repudiate them from the nefarious pitfall and wolf trap in thy vicinage?
What tog,vest,primp to mantle,thy gait with pitch black bliss of the golden nirvana?
What cloak enrobe thee across the deck, dizen,bedrae and breëch of golden valley's buoy to whisk thee above mousetrap for the golden hills?
What spruce across the tripwire hoisted in livery ,in a skinny dip wet,damp,dank elixir of sunny times?
What longing eyes, amorous glance in a slimmy,humid,chilly, muggy facade for demission of golden valley whose deponents are nothing but affiants galore?
Those heaps of longing eyes and sheep's eyes in happy-go-lucky trigger gallivant beyond snap houses and detrops to ambush baited traps and flatjoints of the famished road.
What supernumerary, could wither thy repudiation, quitclaim and fires wearing Unless thy deferment of gallantry is sublime
O might be entanglement in a jeopardy
Gargantuan gallantry barely grant deadfall deferments, adjournment nor moratorium nor rebuff whatsoever.
O now depurgate and disculpate thee for desert under fire, skedaddle and retreat from the jungles of the golden valleys.
Bring the sacrifice and offer the derriere And the sterilization for the retreat into golden hills.
,O beware of wire joint,burst upon bust out-joint,your goof fallen upon unpremeditated flat house,your indecipherable lowden, infernos of nickjoints,
Either now those snag, peril, downfall Not with resignation of kismet ,
Deposers of quitclaim and rantings of fires wearing,
O not abnegation of purported feet
That propository of remission,not the vagrants to abhor demission and rebuff damp squid detonation,
O deposer of golden valleys lay your inca ration and absolve,
Behold expurgate at the buoy of thy immaculate gallantry
Bedroom eyes hunting the falconers and the falconed
O wading with breastrokes and domino theory for the golden hills
The ambience of the golden stars ,pinions on 🐎 horseback on the keister ,fanny and the rear,
Swashbucklers on the backside for the triumph of the old sleigh bells .
Across the boob traps,oft to steer deus ex machina itself
Perhaps run scared,in happy coincidence
At the direful gods of warlike immanent posterior,God in the machine ,
Not mindful of the donnybrook,the goo-goo eyes of the gallantry,
Come hither look of the pyrhic feet gunsmithing for the pyrhic victory
In the raid for the dojigger, dog paddle, slippery slope of the golden valley
Evading the gismo,the contraption,widget , doohickeys of the free for all and battle royale.
God in the machine of gallantry riverbank hardly fathom fiascos
That ripple effect,knock on effect a benediction for gallantry to wade slugfest, hoedown and rhubarb with passionate glad eyes for the golden hills
Pour accolades on the mantle of golden hills o golden lions.
(Old greybeard's oracle that little maximus into warring fields.Aristobroth cavort with the incantation and bade Cheerio for the pyrates reunion.)
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