Dubliner Alerted
The Windmill turned,Grogan weeps; Paired the gift sets from Buck and Kinch;Bits fitting to the rotating organ of Reed and treble being inborn on the inner circles,trembled in beats/sec on rippling shells and scaly feet that tap the bottom of the shroud.
So they sang a song in farewell,sending gifts of spirits to thee peasant.Shall they relieve the burdened shoulder of ole lone squanderer,place a cloud of emulsion over worries in one wording for the consort?I mean they'd keep wary,on feet wearing,dug to the depth of keenness with their headgear deduced beyond nothing.The hillslopes of crevices old,meandering.Tributaries that bordered territorial integrities,tutorial integers they drew forth from the vein of comfort through the noses.When the uptight struck and upright candles shone bright to their show of no mercy and the slaughter on consciences?The Hermes told fetches his fate on canvas and,and he'll neither be there nor gonna be there.They'll render to see the peace of a deal,chirp on the scales,tip off the globes,upset the markers.Poor Dignam,haul him;From his newly acquired hatched top from Gingham;Inquires about this guy McIntosh and waves for whipped cream and weeping again;Sat for his bargain with the crusader's parade.
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