Bitchy bite was quite inviolable and so invaluable to the gung-ho of his Transmogrification.
Yet birdwatchers blotto in their street bistros bingoed with their betternoires and sabber rattling traduces.
Impenitent black and white blabbers bitten across bittersweet anecdotes
Amidst the blags, black spots and black marks of big headed and bilious bilges
Tis this etchinated dust of beligerent black magic transmogrify the make-believe blackguard into blacksmithing goldmine of a birded blackleg.
Hardly bewitch his bewildered bewitching sports, perennially betrothed to this bestial indulgence of bestired betide
A benumbed bequest of his berserked berth
To berate the traducers and beseeched berries of his goldmine
Beyond benighted bequeathe,bemused benificence bell rung beyond the bellies and bellows of calumnious berets.
Beggarly beguile cannot smite him neither be befuddled beforehand nor being befits smothered by befallen tides
A behest of goldmine agatiferous afterglows tawdry yonder shores
Much endeared him to bettle beautitude from his own bearing as hobo and bobo of bearhugged distress as bedraggled beanpole and bedbug to bawl his own dreams
And as beach comber batters beyond the bleaching rift of beach headed sandbank for hibernative pearls,
Not the beanfest of serfs in the dudgeon of battle axe to batter his behest or smash hit
Barefaced and barefooted across the frequency of his barnstorm
But not to pool out his barnet in a barney to touch with bargepole flurry of primrose bank
A badland and bachanalian bagatelle from backwaters , backstreet and backwoods of the backstaged and backstabbed jungle
His auspicious and totalitarian autarky as autodidact of the broken sesame street friggingly automate barndoor and electrocute despair
And lo behold behindhand his regalia of esteem erupted with the pairs of athwarted august in his broken navel and bellyaches
Hung apparel of monumental apposition won him that steeply embroidery of august to appertain appeasement of golden fortune and applique of the gods
Not to live with the apochromatic apochryphal but dance with the golden hills
Not a flicker to burn the flatrace with egregious dins hardly fleet of foot to foot dance the flatfooted gush and impetuous floodlit of flitering distance fluttering the foggy bank
Follicles and folloages of primrose bank with their foghorned fog dance
Fodders for flyblowns as cotteries of fly-by-night fly tipping deorecators of dreams
Behold their footings in the foothold across the foothills playing footloose football
Dancing footlings across the footpath beneath footlights
Wail them the betraying footfault and footwork of broken dreams
Massacres of forbearances and barely forsake the primrose bank
That foreclose their heels and ate them raw like vultures in the forest jungles
Who could barely forebode, forethought nor forearm the forecourt of the deprecators and the marauders of kismet
Forcemeats and fodders lying in the abattoirs of.demise and sempiternal foremen of their mates and fellow men
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