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Lake that lay by Mitchagain's wake the lady bore the David spake.
As Eddie's son bore filament fire in the Mediterranean, she put in hand an empty sling.
Near cow lantern town the boy came down from whatever up the stork did drop Chronos clan without a plan.
Elied whitely about his cot and grinned.
Then to a land where stovepipe grand, by chance, did say one day, "the dark shall be released from the hand."
He ate of cereals and cheeses, jumping calendars to railroads inside a lacquered pandora box of spirits empowered to paralyze.
Perseus Shelley hunted the gorgon who'd turned his beliefs to stone. Reckless reckless David pushed machines through green ice that Charlie Brown once skied on, hurling grass at Henry Ford.
Heaven hid Jupiter in a closet under socks and scarves, telling only Bell who telled Aphronodite and what sound, seeing smoke carrying Linus' oath blanketed thumbs down.
His apple impassive eating fig Newtons accepting the gravity of all ill noise.
By and round a colored bridge his Paparker tried to shoot the fruit with more than he can arrows. That kept missing.
Dave rolled doubles and grabbing empty sling planed from plain to mount over the sixth root of six, 360 minutes to the city called ninety degree angles
Opening homer on the pacific the 1500 dwindling
and Mars made war with Julius, James wade mud supercilious, walking bored with Lucius, trying hard to pass go and connect two-handed delirious, and find Goliath.