Scolded deeds, those floes lost heaves. Bears and pens, they too, made good ape facsimiles. With enough scribbling, the ties could conquer, besetting the tones for a fine wreath - the "O" shaped cryptic type - one emboldened enough that once winter's firth came into fourth (grade or place, in both races it mattered none), that sheen of shirking, that coy but lessons-enbled sable-haired and tawny (type of face), echoed belly-forth (or fifth, as times knew no indifference) a blessedly charming iota, signaling for the merry circles to start. Hence, all mounds buried knee-high and painstakingly quelled the mumble of grass. Hushes soon fell onto the throws of kingly fields, cobbled passes, and the curtain of shirts. Portly pounces were a cad by none, despite an eighth incisor lisp, run amok in a populace of pools.
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