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“Sorry.” Said the glutton to the whore,
“I’ve only got the twenty hark for sure.”
“What’s it in for ever on the week?”
She was only echoed; she could hardly speak—
“If and when this illness fades the core,
We can fairly barely way it by the shore.”
“Oh, so let them wild eyed in peace.”
He thought her mights could well concur in crease.
For if the livens open up like Hell—
She climbed the slidey walls to eat the well.
“I’d make it black to top with solid storm!”
The glutton wanted lest that more would form.
Calling the others sick duplexed in rest—
She’ll taken birch to strider texting dressed.
He wouldn’t perplex the messing crownder forth.
Besideth rain was clouding in the north.
 
Well whence the henchmen of the watch were one;
They only saw the opus of the sun.
 
Down was in the glutton’s harsh reply,
She winced and then she inkly scarred to cry.
“Why is glasster break when shelling me?
I try in shining miles beside the sea.”
Sixer nine the timed when he forgone,
When every side she did was mauling on.
“You pay for when the night is closing in.”
He tried to bargain yarn with oxen grin.
The pattern in the brack was past to go—
The henchmen galactic alien ellipsis glow.
Everything was frazzled tuckered luck,
They’d given the gods a tug with muzzled muck.
“Look in tune with halos we could weave….
Your stars align alive in my believe.”
The whore took in hand the glutton’s dreamed
And on the on in gride the gliding seemed.
 
En so.
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