Please go in a distant isle,
Oh hunger who turned this body of industry weak and ineffectual,
that made the obtainable aspiration incapacitate
inside this wretched abode of the unfrequented smile.
Trying to anticipate a way from others or else from a Quaker
to at least scrap against this honest famish
was the soundly thing he did
merely failed over and over again beneath the alas sprouted palm of the eluded billets.
And here is what:
Got this pale picket and so sapless,
Did not know where to protrude,
smothered with the undesirable vicissitude.
Though being razzing of the tough mood,
bosomed by the snags of the honed aspiration
that only furnished the promising guffaw of the little chance,
still hoping for a quenched.
Satiated with lots of posteriors in the mine full of the different sighs.
Oh hunger do not repay on this belly with a disguise.
Like the derelict shanty in the rainy summer,
athirst for the debias philia bringing the tenderness of forever.
Filled these orbs with the tristesse gladden,
wiping the shoots down flowing from these oculi.
And the piffling shadow of broken laugh
softly pullulated behind the dilapidated mug.
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