I Thoroughly Enjoy Dialogue With First Continuity

And in a pinch reluctantly talk to yours truly, a very reformed Jew rarely attends Synagogue, (he who cannot be named) hails from Prague offtimes provides a wonderful monologue, whereby his eloquence usually finds me agog. Propinquity between scribe of Schwenksville (Pennsylvania) heavily shuns engaging in diatribe loathes bombastic, egotistic, imperialistic, narcissistic, terroristic... zealot trumpeting art of the deal if necessary even coaxing bribe. I would be up to the task and not averse to extemporize unless stage fright did curse ambition to chat up intellectual conversation and/or solemnly soliloquizing regarding recent deceased driven away courtesy hearse (yup another coronavirus/COVID-19 statistic) despite heroic measures exerted by selfless nurse, whose tears trickled down flushed cheeks, while her lips she did purse methinks she wondered if pandemic would get worse. Oratorical predilections quake these lovely bones, which at lxii ache after lugging a load of Bananas after me and the missus did betake ourselves to purchase said fruit at Landis (841 Gravel Pike, Schwenksville, PA 19473). The main rhyming reason for jaunt at aforementioned market unquenchable thirst for riches to slake aware improbable odds winning powerball nevertheless bought two tickets, fat and/or slim chance reality would wake one average dirt poor Joe Biden his time. A lofty song Enya doth sing plying her lilting heavenly voice titled "Marbled Halls" for no rhyme nor reason came to mind, perhaps momentarily fantasizing how gobs of moolah tickle me fancy, although the lyrics strongly in apropos especially opening line - I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls With vassals and serfs at my side...