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Struggle To Write

prosaic prologues bewitch feeble minded scribe doth undertakes tend toward lugubriousness ring tone for goodness sake echoing across, a figurative lake woebegone, where quake shutters latched storm windows, clapped closed winter season didst make physical environment lachrymose analogous to imp pond durable dark lake where sits inside secluded hut, this fledgling author named Jake a former cub (scout) at a loss to string together an aria tomb other nature and NOT FAKE, sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth especially incorporating mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words, which exertion on par with giving birth (or so I guess), a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth of help mates, doubling demonstrably deadly duty devoid of mirth totally tubular taxing toll, an essentially unbearable effort with bulging girth whereat digestion consumes latent mental ambition, especially toasty warm near the hearth which hitherto unknown to any reader twas Xmas fabrication and fiction no crime committed, nor animals harmed in the making of diction aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect to comprehend somber benediction unless perchance one lone wolf bait Oven English Major with Westernization topped off with a European debunaire suave acculturation even luckier if hypothetical personage dips daintily into forays epicurean, though careful, and alert since church fathers would frown on parsonage whose natural born ardor, a spiritual abduction stealing austerity, complacency, and objection toward forced irrational schemas averse to abnegation unfair imposition to foist upon pruriant predilection also impossible to sequester arbitrary animal urges, punishing call of the wild, sowing seeds a beastial accusation considered averse, then imposition contrition!

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