Chancy chancellors opinated around fate in the vicinity of a slender monastery, as an uninspired vacation made vacant wits and dwindling drolleries on the whole, especially or what.
Grassy growth tumored bunchy meadows all the way to scrappy fences of countless yesteryears; necky girls craned down from curious balconies embellishing the adorned twilights of ugly suburbs and middle mellow thicky bodies overthirtying unexpectedly fast.
Still air in the midst of underventilated passageways drove downheartedly to sunless smoothed squares; no solution possibly solving and ghostly angels of womanly look ever turned up in such event and any would actually know.
So now we bow to any cow, as the best west test would show but rest untested as much as any deep waterfall diver could nowadays refuse to proof not so glued chivalry once and ever. And let it be so as we see and gaily knee.
Illustrazione: Life | Giorgio Gobbi