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A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte

A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte specified such so as to issue a rhyme, but proceeded as this scribe didst git linkedin with the cutting crew, mow or less feeling grassy us, yet not the least whirlwind will offset my b52 coiffed Hair style, or hirsute shellacked beehive type do the idler wheel is wiser than the driver of the screw and whipping cords will serve you more than ropes will ever do. No matter from what literary website, an unsuspecting reader will accidentally stumble upon a ewe fo' mystic impression wilt shame burr lean ache shift shape about myself some accurate ledge gin dairy cowed horsesense about me will ensue, especially if I sheepishly admitted, this beastie back street boyz to men iz a genuine foo fighter toward this former stone temple pilot, wildly whizzing, gurgling in age inappropriate burbling, dribbling, flickr ring for a goo goo doll to dare buffer end me, hub bee of piggish, ham handed, bay kin a poetic slop hoo might at this juncture succinctly cease reading prior to putting finishing touches on ma igloo, when the remaining portion of this dippy goofy, slippery when whet, trippy treacle G.I. Jew, who would, more aptly coon sitter himself hub horn hug ken atheist, boot knew not a whit about Judaism, nor any other belief paradigm, yet does get fixated (usually in the loo) about philosophical ideas, which yet to be revealed abstract notion came to me while enjoying a plateful of moo goo gai pan, plus other Chinese food (a favorite cuisine), now aye will try to new dill back to the initial pretext found me drawing blanks (no not shooting) – ooh aah, this theme within guttersnipe noggin more difficult to codify than one who whiz constipated and try'n might damn hard tip poo anyway, the general premise alighted, and fired mine gray matter cause major cerebrum perilous jam up with sudden crackling star bursts forced great mind over matter to set brainy bedlam in an organized queue so while attention of yours might be moderately rapt, this rue stirring, hen pecked spouse best stop digitally squawking sew the ethereal essence can beak coxcomb brought to cypher awareness too and in a figurative nutshell, when doth a wordsmith know when to quit, or tubby pointed rhetorical question - at what juncture does any artisan more prolific than yours truly reckon that his/her faux matted masterpiece can no longer be perfected?, cuz further ridiculous tampering, to Potschke, or play footsie, would induce dedicated followers of mine to undergo severe urge to wanna spit or throw FAKE nipples, subsequently they would feel tit till late head, find this schlemiel to end this plotz to whit! FINIS.

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