The Dram's eyes glivelled in the moonlight, as it feswinstered in the corner of the shamdell, contemplating its own minnelthwain. What would it do when the re-doaker fye-hoisted his sheddle to the lock?
That's what.
Never see coming when
bother no longer too
corners
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