We read today as far as 95.36: "... that time living and lying and rating and riding around Nunsbelly Square."
Favorites of the day:
The solid man saved by his sillied woman.
The elm that whimpers at the top told the stone that moans when stricken.
Ah, furchte fruchte, timid Danaides!
Well and druly dry.
So pass the push for port sake.
... before he caught his paper dispillsation from the poke,...
A paid of sycopanties with amygdaleine eyes, ...
So help her goat and kiss the bout.
Fine feelplay we had of it mid the kissabetts frisking in the kool kurkle dusk of the lushness.
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