Not a gallivanting galleryite at his skiddoo and scat of ado
A gallovacioius gallery man with galleyload upon galleyline
His galluptious gallets upon galley slugs in galleys and valleys did not bar him stolid ads adscentitious and adventitious
Gallicolous galls in gallicrow across the gallopage
Not sardonic with being a galoubet of caltrap and galtrap
A retinue of galoshed galpal and galloted Casanovas
In this galuth of gambados did he plunge himself
Across the poetic quandary gamifying game balls twerked on decks of river bank,
Gamifying galvaneals as gametogenetic and gametonous gamekeepers
Whose gametes at gametangia gambling away troves on the high seas
Does it matter should he remembers home and absquatulate from the gaminglusts abroad?
Not even the broken reeds with humbled humor had uncovered the gamma rays burst deep in space yet
Peradventure when the gangbusters across gangdays dopish balloon
And gangbangers at gangbangings lurked at gangava across gangboard meet Waterloo's
Even before his wreckages with siblings had abscond in the abscission into the loops of golden hills
Over this hanging ganglion of ganglands, the tepid looms of ganglionated gang hooks sewered barely the holistic plunge
The gangplanks over the gangmills were as ferocious as the onboard integer
Over the rummaging gangplow at gangpresses,
The gang punch was fierce as some might have dubbed it the gang rape of broken dreams
Had the gangsterdom not broach perfectly the gangsterism at gang warfare
The mafiosi could be punctured by fiasco the worst tyrants in their battlefields
Gangs and gangling gang tackling the gangway
As immaculate pyrates to rob and gank the inclement tyrants the climate of the asundered equator
To yank,skank even sea pebbles to subservient seabeds
Ganymedes at gantylopes follow him down beneath the chutzpah
As garbage men manhandling garbage tanks and sowing garavance and garbanzos at garapata
At the loop of golden hills holding garcon d'honeurs at the garconnieres
The pyrates of dreams on the espionage g wallaby as subservient estranged garbologies of kismet on the sands of time
Guarde du corps dorned with gardebras and garde-collet
Sealed those fait accompli as the gardants of yonder heights
And swung to tide till quench of mists and billows abscond across the garbologies
Gantylopes screamed
"Gardez la foi!gardez la foi!!
We blink at wherewithal to keep it.
He who divulge this occult shall led us
To drink to dreg the blood of the tyrants
And lo he swung to tide and volleys uttered: Hakuna Matata la foi "
Lo stood he beyond the subterfuge to hoist his petals
Not the foofaraw, eclats razzle dazzle, gaudiness , glitzy extravaganza of the fetish battle
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