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I met ye last sunny Saturday afternoon, whereby I was labouring in the garden. I looketh uppeth from-e my toils and what did mine eye spot? yonder moth on table top
How we did battle, gyrating forth through thick and thin, come more and more, he hatht reached thy sacr'ed fridgeth and proceedeth to take the spoils from thine cavenous booty
'Geez us a pint mate' thy beast doth yell. 'Have at thee foul blagand' I did cry, sword glinting in the sodt glow of the fiery lamp-beast. Be gone scandalous cad I cried.
'Alright. Keep your hair on'. 'Ney, have at thee brigand' I did cry and chased the foul sickness carrion from mine dwelling of grandous rights. The spoils were mine.
I was recumbant on mine-e couch when mine monical spotted a rather unusual sight, a blotch on the landscape, mr mothball. 'Foul beast, prepare to joust' I curdled and leapt at the beast with nought but my humble paper
Snicker snack, the vicious beast lay defeated, snarling like a common Mountain Lion at thee feet that wer'tht mine
Let this be a lesson to ye, thee you doth tangle with a playwright and his 'shrooms doth die a cowards death, a million times over
How we did battle, gyrating forth through thick and thin, come more and more, he hatht reached thy sacr'ed fridgeth and proceedeth to take the spoils from thine cavenous booty
'Geez us a pint mate' thy beast doth yell. 'Have at thee foul blagand' I did cry, sword glinting in the sodt glow of the fiery lamp-beast. Be gone scandalous cad I cried.
'Alright. Keep your hair on'. 'Ney, have at thee brigand' I did cry and chased the foul sickness carrion from mine dwelling of grandous rights. The spoils were mine.
I was recumbant on mine-e couch when mine monical spotted a rather unusual sight, a blotch on the landscape, mr mothball. 'Foul beast, prepare to joust' I curdled and leapt at the beast with nought but my humble paper
Snicker snack, the vicious beast lay defeated, snarling like a common Mountain Lion at thee feet that wer'tht mine
Let this be a lesson to ye, thee you doth tangle with a playwright and his 'shrooms doth die a cowards death, a million times over
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I met ye last sunny Saturday afternoon, whereby I was labouring in the garden. I looketh uppeth from-e my toils and what did mine eye spot? yonder moth on table top
How we did battle, gyrating forth through thick and thin, come more and more, he hatht reached thy sacr'ed fridgeth and proceedeth to take the spoils from thine cavenous booty
'Geez us a pint mate' thy beast doth yell. 'Have at thee foul blagand' I did cry, sword glinting in the sodt glow of the fiery lamp-beast. Be gone scandalous cad I cried.
'Alright. Keep your hair on'. 'Ney, have at thee brigand' I did cry and chased the foul sickness carrion from mine dwelling of grandous rights. The spoils were mine.
I was recumbant on mine-e couch when mine monical spotted a rather unusual sight, a blotch on the landscape, mr mothball. 'Foul beast, prepare to joust' I curdled and leapt at the beast with nought but my humble paper
Snicker snack, the vicious beast lay defeated, snarling like a common Mountain Lion at thee feet that wer'tht mine
Let this be a lesson to ye, thee you doth tangle with a playwright and his 'shrooms doth die a cowards death, a million times over
How we did battle, gyrating forth through thick and thin, come more and more, he hatht reached thy sacr'ed fridgeth and proceedeth to take the spoils from thine cavenous booty
'Geez us a pint mate' thy beast doth yell. 'Have at thee foul blagand' I did cry, sword glinting in the sodt glow of the fiery lamp-beast. Be gone scandalous cad I cried.
'Alright. Keep your hair on'. 'Ney, have at thee brigand' I did cry and chased the foul sickness carrion from mine dwelling of grandous rights. The spoils were mine.
I was recumbant on mine-e couch when mine monical spotted a rather unusual sight, a blotch on the landscape, mr mothball. 'Foul beast, prepare to joust' I curdled and leapt at the beast with nought but my humble paper
Snicker snack, the vicious beast lay defeated, snarling like a common Mountain Lion at thee feet that wer'tht mine
Let this be a lesson to ye, thee you doth tangle with a playwright and his 'shrooms doth die a cowards death, a million times over
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