(By,Meer)
A labelled lass, just made the vast host with thy poet's priest,
You bet, yet thy guise is glamorously, full of a feast.
Jillions, of praise for thy founder that made him one of the best,
None can I flinch thy fabulousness, furrows since those the fairly finest,
Jovially, let me arrive an adue about thy breathtaking beauty, were as cheerful as the chubbiest,
But me utterly have been creepy now to thy love of the litmustest.
And vivid vouge thy lay with the inscription jsss like love concurs thy fair-forehead certainly never do underest,
Me always a joyful for thy
begetter had still gotten him a shaggy nose, scabby brow's, scraggy eye's like the star's sparkling of the foggiest night, and stand a submissive about every host.
As metaphysically, me yet,thy love makes me the most deepest.
Whilomly, neither I know wll thy be a bamboozler and nor what would lay for me at least.
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