Monday, 15 July 2019

Devon ode by Mark Antony Raines

Angletwitch was stung by an apple drain as it be acuucked for some blood,I managed to back se fore as I am a bit of a blid,I eat some bullums for me, s tea, it did not half cawtch and make chaynee -eyed .I tripped on clat as the drumbedrone flew by, the dragnet laughed among them be my dummon.You sees I been a emtin cloam whilst carrying an evel and some elfs.It was hard day labour of cutting flass which I flink as I folshid at the local competition.I thought I see gods cow but I was gakeing, and gurt noodle.I had holiee it made me hooskey.i end suns hudds to make it better.It be idden,I be given a jit by a jannie fortnight who had an jibber.I be kitty and liked to sit on kone.I smell mes lent rosems, I eats one as I be leary.Why are mascalls maze as a brush, is my mommet looking scruffy, nomye, this ode is making no nort.O Oodwall why does thou oof at ort, on a phizog I see a pinswell as I palsh.I like querking when I ralm carrying raymes,I snishiums at the sheerbell as be steerved, tatie trap about my tea drinkers as be tid, n vitty.Umby I see my pa ulking and its ump.Pa has an vake a bit of vamp dish for a vitty.I feel weest due to this written wipswile. I can hear you ye ssle or yessling .I hope I it was zart as you zule about zummit.

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