Again It Twists
Though the father of the heathen family is a snob, the mother does blather with others and tethers their cattle with withered leathers whether the weather is warm or not. Neither she loathes any others nor fails to be blithe at the advent of the lithe spring at the southern coast of Southampton where with brotherly affection together run hither and thither sheathers and wethers.
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