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The shruckling brook twists around the underbrush, ferns, and green little brots making it's clean path through the wild turns of the otherwise confriggalus jungle. It chuckles and burbles and babbles, And trammles and jackles and plurks, on its very merry way plarfling to itself, smelling the strungent perfume of the zurplagot flowers, tasting the salty stebbles tickling its feet.
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Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 6:05 AM UTC
The Shruckling Brook
The shruckling brook twists around the underbrush, ferns, and green little brots making it's clean path through the wild turns of the otherwise confriggalus jungle. It chuckles and burbles and babbles, And trammles and jackles and plurks, on its very merry way plarfling to itself, smelling the strungent perfume of the zurplagot flowers, tasting the salty stebbles tickling its feet.
Experimenting with something new here- comments appreciated as always. All words are completely made up except for 'strungent' (strong+pungent) and 'stebbles' (stones+pebbles). Thanks for reading! (:
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Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 6:05 AM UTC
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