Brave English language, you are strong as trees, Yet intricate and stately. Thus one sees Through branches clear-embroidered stars. You please Our sense as damask roses on the breeze, And barns that smell of hay, and bread-and-cheese. Rustic yet Roman, yours are dignities Sonorous as the seas sound. On my knees I would give thanks for all your words. Yet these Our legacy and our delight he`d squeeze And nip and dock and drill, to write with ease Kornershul memoz faw the Pawchoogeese.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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