Recognition

First off- you're E~did, fawned like frozen in a wrong beam of time- God is only justified by his own usury, and we don't do the forgotten as a figurine... We all are falling, forwardly and softly forestalled, faked, forgiving four fickle frogs, finding our fifty nine frot foe, just as we fizzle the fantastic flowing fight, fitted- if that's enough to gloat see me stuck in the next simple dictionary- having nothing to say to the ears of men who listen, children who dream, women who can misinterpret. Sleeping is optional, sojourn is an ancient land full of those flaws, free, we are not this- fleet, we are so fast at adeptly encouraging the sanctimony of the next...