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− | + | Lowly, longly, a wail went forth. Pure [[Yawn]] lay low. On the | |
− | Lowly, longly, a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. On the | + | [[mead of the hillock]] lay, heartsoul dormant mid shadowed land- |
− | mead of the hillock lay, heartsoul dormant mid shadowed land- | ||
shape, brief wallet to his side, and arm loose, by his staff of citron | shape, brief wallet to his side, and arm loose, by his staff of citron | ||
briar, tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over, | briar, tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over, | ||
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your bluntblank pin in hand upinto his fleshasplush cushionettes | your bluntblank pin in hand upinto his fleshasplush cushionettes | ||
of some chubby boybold love of an angel. Hwoah! | of some chubby boybold love of an angel. Hwoah! | ||
− | When, as the buzzer brings the light brigade, keeping the | + | When, as the buzzer brings the [[light brigade]], keeping the |
− | home fires burning, so on the churring call themselves came at | + | [[home fires burning]], so on the churring call themselves came at |
− | him, from the westborders of the eastmidlands, three kings of | + | him, from the westborders of the eastmidlands, [[three kings of three suits and a crowner|three kings of]] |
− | three suits and a crowner, from all their cardinal parts, along | + | [[three kings of three suits and a crowner|three suits and a crowner]], from all their cardinal parts, along |
the amber way where Brosna's furzy. To lift them they did, | the amber way where Brosna's furzy. To lift them they did, | ||
− | senators four, by the first quaint skreek of the gloaming and | + | [[senators four]], by the first quaint skreek of the gloaming and |
they hopped it up the mountainy molehill, traversing climes | they hopped it up the mountainy molehill, traversing climes | ||
of old times gone by of the days not worth remembering; | of old times gone by of the days not worth remembering; | ||
− | inventing some excusethems, any sort, having a sevenply | + | inventing some excusethems, any sort, having a [[sevenply]] |
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Latest revision as of 05:02, 20 April 2020
Lowly, longly, a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. On the mead of the hillock lay, heartsoul dormant mid shadowed land- shape, brief wallet to his side, and arm loose, by his staff of citron briar, tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over, of cause, but his drama parapolylogic had yet to be, affact. Most distressfully (but, my dear, how successfully!) to wail he did, his locks of a lucan tinge, quickrich, ripely rippling, unfilleted, those lashbetasselled lids on the verge of closing time, whiles ouze of his sidewiseopen mouth the breath of him, evenso languishing as the princeliest treble treacle or lichee chewchow purse could buy. Yawn in a semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!) what helpings of honeyful swoothead (phew!), which ear- piercing dulcitude! As were you suppose to go and push with your bluntblank pin in hand upinto his fleshasplush cushionettes of some chubby boybold love of an angel. Hwoah! When, as the buzzer brings the light brigade, keeping the home fires burning, so on the churring call themselves came at him, from the westborders of the eastmidlands, three kings of three suits and a crowner, from all their cardinal parts, along the amber way where Brosna's furzy. To lift them they did, senators four, by the first quaint skreek of the gloaming and they hopped it up the mountainy molehill, traversing climes of old times gone by of the days not worth remembering; inventing some excusethems, any sort, having a sevenply