AS I LISTENED TRUE ICE GLISTENED .. LIE CALLED LIARS LOUD.. TRUTH DRESSED AS IT MUST DENYING DEATHSTONE’S LYING SHROUD.. PEACE T.
J. Esquire gaunt and dire in a moral world.. crispy critter caught afire burning gas was hurled.. woe head to toe even though surgeons agreed.. they improved on nature.. yep.. ‘a well done cutting deed’..
Plays are written folks are bitten by an evil fang.. happened 4 times daily when the ancient ‘Bite Bell’ rang.. trouble burst as bubbles when the biter chomped on down.. on the legs of old folklore.. infected half the town..
Proctor formed a council law would bounce this child of bite.. find another story.. unknown for the night.. another promise laden on women cows great ox.. owls poring through piles of books brought by their Clerk the Fox..
Grandfather of Dylan though unwillin’ kept an eye.. clearer in the day of simple.. questioned will to try.. Peaceful soldiers in the time great son Bobby sings.. love for true in farmer rows…
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