Anon, lets sayeth, hypothetically, yond somebody once toldeth me yond the w'rld wouldst proce'd to rolleth me, and madeth the claimeth yond i wast not, the smartest tool in the did shed. Which wouldst leadeth us to behold at the facts and seeth yond the lady wast looking kind of dumb, due to the fact yond the lady hadst did place h'r fing'r and h'r thumb, in the shapeth of the lett'r l, locat'd on h'r f'rehead.
this wouldst cullionly yond the years wouldst starteth coming, and logically wont stand ho coming, yond i wast, hypothetically, did feed to the rules, which wouldst proce'd with me hitting the did grind running. Which didn’t maketh senseth, to liveth f'r excit'ment, in a way yond thy brain gets cunning, yet thy headeth gets dumb, seeing as th're’s so much to doth, and so much to seeth, so anon i might not but pose the questioneth, what is wrong with taking the backseat? this is due to the fact yond you’ll nev'r knoweth if 't be true thee don’t wend, n'r thee shall shineth if 't be true thee don’t gloweth.
f'r thee seeth, thou art, at this moment, an all-star, so receiveth thy game on, and proce'd to wend playeth, forsooth, you’re an all-star, receiveth the showeth on, which wouldst entitl'd thee to receiveth hath paid. Yond wouldst cullionly yond all yond glitt'rs, is forsooth gold, and yond only shooting stars, can participateth in the processeth of breaking the mold
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