The sound of ignorance.
Hello nothing. No one's friend
Sighs come to hop on you an then
Into a remake swiftly changing
For this is humor deftly ribbing
And the clown that was smitten with his shame precludes the town of down renowning and the reality was they already knew what ants do not, thats its all for colony. A colony quite esteemed, and known in most parts far between the wrinkles on a map, cuz this was how it dealt with crap and stuff like that. It very mellowed flushed it on, just let it pass. Lit the match. It was the town of crowning. All the people lived and swayed neaththe gleaming crown they weighed.  a road work cone it looked to some, a dunce in fact forgotten tact. Its awfully wrong but I had to once, let you try it  on now give it back..  (I wear it ya hear? Let that be clear.) And the brow's all covered in wild hair as they grew there. An it was a hostile unibrowing. groucho Marx you can not claim the highest facial hair of fame, no the high score for the ever more will be my own they flutter more, of it I'm sure. and daylight dawned an fell to knell of nights flee mourned.
I changed a word, then it grew to two. No not adorned, that's aside, quip quite absurd, deleted poisons edit's cure, excerpt write err. Fog rolled in to set tje air abolish clear. and the writer...