scheining

Sants and sogs, cabs and cobs, kings and karls, tentes and
taunts.
'Tis gone infarover. So fore now, dayleash. Pour deday. To
trancefixureashone. Feist of Taborneccles, scenopegia, come!
Shamwork, be in our scheining! And let every crisscouple be so
crosscomplimentary, little eggons, youlk and meelk, in a farbiger
pancosmos. With a hottyhammyum all round. Gudstruce!

Saints and sogs, cabs and cobs, kings and curls, tents and taunts.
'Tis gone infarover. So fore now, dayleash. Pour deday. To trancefixureashone. Feist of Taborneccles, scenopegia, come! Shamwork, be in our shining! and let every crisscouple be so crosscomplimentary, little eggons, yolk and milk, in a farbiger pancosmos. With a hottyhammyum all round. Goodstruce!