Nonsense take 3
Time and time again Geronian Horse Lord Geronimo leapt up and caught that 49 flying saucers and the cups of tea not spilling upon them.
Rabbit Queen Sandra slapped the pellets of Rolo candies with Angus aplomb.
Leon, the Priest said it was over, but Hortense the pillaged pew pew Panda said that what is good for the gander is fit for the gooseflesh.
Never again, Nestor the other Horse Lord chuckled, while Nadine Silent curtain wizardess came over with Glue sniffing Jason and his aeronautic greasers, who rode the greasy lightening.
Up, up there in the grey wispy torn rent whipped and ladled cross catty Gilda the spurned Velcro pipe smoking Glucken-pied piper dealt us all pies with bullets in Bull in bill in zeen.
Pi and xiu, historian and programmer Quandt high five stellar feller, say coo koo candor Camp Voorhees wrote, on Horses mixed up said it again, but they forgot, I forgot too, because it was the way it was, and it's that way again, make it like the gravy of old, when bells rung like fearsome claps of Citizen Kane licking the candy in the fun house crapping out 10 thousands of them per millisecond.
I wondered where more were, and Dan Freebondizand took the due course and letting the dog face Velma, and space button Ezra, to the guillotine of desire.
I mean the razor's edge beyond the horses, the Norse legends do it another way, but it's all so iCarly achy breaky.
You'd believe it too, if it happened to a Horse Lord and in Zany Greyhounds we ride the riddles again and again, like Pirates fueled with exlax, and bleeding thighs can never set the record straight, with a Horse can neigh without its Lord.
Rabbit Queen Sandra slapped the pellets of Rolo candies with Angus aplomb.
Leon, the Priest said it was over, but Hortense the pillaged pew pew Panda said that what is good for the gander is fit for the gooseflesh.
Never again, Nestor the other Horse Lord chuckled, while Nadine Silent curtain wizardess came over with Glue sniffing Jason and his aeronautic greasers, who rode the greasy lightening.
Up, up there in the grey wispy torn rent whipped and ladled cross catty Gilda the spurned Velcro pipe smoking Glucken-pied piper dealt us all pies with bullets in Bull in bill in zeen.
Pi and xiu, historian and programmer Quandt high five stellar feller, say coo koo candor Camp Voorhees wrote, on Horses mixed up said it again, but they forgot, I forgot too, because it was the way it was, and it's that way again, make it like the gravy of old, when bells rung like fearsome claps of Citizen Kane licking the candy in the fun house crapping out 10 thousands of them per millisecond.
I wondered where more were, and Dan Freebondizand took the due course and letting the dog face Velma, and space button Ezra, to the guillotine of desire.
I mean the razor's edge beyond the horses, the Norse legends do it another way, but it's all so iCarly achy breaky.
You'd believe it too, if it happened to a Horse Lord and in Zany Greyhounds we ride the riddles again and again, like Pirates fueled with exlax, and bleeding thighs can never set the record straight, with a Horse can neigh without its Lord.
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