Behold that haymaker coterminous the broken tides of halcyon days,
Meandering contraption with the broken staff of haystack needles hauteur haunting
Hail not the sure temperament, drifting the mensrea across the bile of psychical hatcheries,
O that hatchetmen hardly indulged in hatchet burial
Like a coal haulier not revert to where it is cut,
Like a harridan a hag not ventured to remorse the pelts of disconsolate ires,
Nor dread of being haunted by the colliery
To haul down the colors of the haulms at the harun scarum of the colliery
Purple patch colours of old rainbows
A grisly grizzles groping the grotesque not to defy the grits
Across the grenades of contemptuous grids
To thrash the grins and grimes of the green horns
For gratification of not merely the green fingers or the green thumbs,
But battle royale to the pompous rivet of fait accompli
Not the grandstands for circus games and visages wheezing like a grampus firing grapeshot of pulsating tremors and granulated grapevines and open defecation of gradient facts and fables
Bewitched beyond the bewitching sports of gourmet masticating gourds
Like the Gordian knot salvaged by gospel truth
Goodwill as hoods and goods and chattels of the hagiographers
O that you may speak holistic grail of the goodies and goodygoodies
Does the gold digger ever abide by the hoots of the golden rules to pluck the Goliath fortune and not the David's fortune by the rasp of the golden mean?
A hobbling sound of gobble dy hook to the gluttonous rusts a gnarled temperature of the imperious gnats and gnawing reef knots.
Glimmering shadows cast over glimmering skies
Glidding from the gloats of gloaming darkness to the glittery and glisters of the glittering darkness
Glinting beyond flight of flints a glimpse of glaucous glazes
That barely drizzle and frizzle the glamour of razzing glad rags from the repugnant glances of haunting glasshouse
Was there an imprisonment within an imprisonment
To salvage the broken shards of prisoners from eerily eeries of burning ghats?
Beyond the hardluck stories the dastardly crotchety gunfire of the hard-bitten lounge lizardry and dogtroted dogooders hardly crack the doomsday
Sour dishes from the disgruntled disgusting lethargies
Pelted them disemboweled psyches to utter embroiled sacrilege
Plait of feasible oozes to reek restitution of the wondrous gold mines.
Egregious dins on the grilling cheeks saturated by ding dong of growing pains
Once alighted the Dickens in a diabolical recess devitalized the opprobrious tides of dickenish forces.
Depradated destinies in destitutes teased in the refrain of the deeds of derring-dos
Demonic grails denigrated only by demesne of remorseful Dickens
As vain ploy to dehydrate machiavelis and fusspot of fucking assholes cast in the open mines, bombarded quagmire of dandified elements groaning at deceptive freezing points.
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