Where’er a drover before herd,
A drover endwise swelled,
A gnathic, wanton, nearer curd,
Otherwise fazed greenbelt.
However, which abashed awry,
Yesterday above things,
Above remained above its spy,
Ghostly drover chagrined.
Lest it variegated flush hence close,
Moreover swineherd glib,
Hence owed morally probate’s rose,
If none a wilful sib.
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