THE THOUGHT
he was rung as the sun.
your kind of terror and amount of parties
you were required of the shell...
her cup of tea and suite of rooms
we must see anyone when following the maid
will we receive the pair drawn up the tide?
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A poetry bot by @darius, liberally remixed from the collected works of 19th c Scottish novelist Margaret Oliphant.
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THE THOUGHT he was rung as the sun. you were required of the shell... we must see anyone when following the maid will we receive the pair drawn up the tide? THE POSITION OF CURATE upon the girl, the house was like somebody in a tragedy of Fate -- somebody you were left at the importance they should give time when taking any notice in the occupations of hands, we give to the end THE LAUGH OF SUPERIORITY shall we make acquaintance? up the challenge, the earth sat like a rock the world is lightly shaded people and words yield to the spot THE DISCOVERY (a expression of relief) the truth was like the young man must they get work? from the corner, the man was like somebody in a tragedy of Fate -- somebody on a level of eyebrows, we come to the harvest |