What does Eunice bring on these blustered, raging winds?
Busted fences put up in haste, a forlorn balloon cut loose, with a smiley face harking back to those asymmetric aceeeed days when polarity was frowned upon: what’s your name where you from what you done?
A man cut from rich serge can be employed to gaslight blackened eyes to white, but the **** in Kent’s hedges don’t lie