Off into the sunset …

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Hark, the mirls of gagwins skelping
Froways round the grawling froond,
Comes the squermin, rifers jelping,
Wilking on the nebrous toond.
In the grull, the nacile hutchers
Nilt the frimlies one by one,
While lefilliers zend the snutch, as
Two lone gagwins pewl the jun.

Then, in hawlence, dirdoils gansered,
Hutchers chull the squermin’s fose,
Frimlies sharl the yetting banserd
On the lefilletic ploze.
Durkling frooms the […]