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Whar Art Thou Dame of My Dream

Whar art thou dame of my dream? Eagerness readily overtakes me prior to succumbing to nightly slumber. Tis boot a blink when eyelids become relaxed adrift abed invariably occurs counting backwards from one hundred – a simple sleep aid technique to usher deep and profound submersion into subconscious state. Once transition from wakefulness to the virtual realm of unconsciousness envelops thy corporeal being (i.e. said sensate state characterizes word wrangler), thine immersion into deep sleep oft times elicits a most alluring, charming, and entrancing female. Lo and behold to ethereal winsome mettlesome iron maiden, who unequivocally, quickly, and markedly infiltrates mine subconscious dramatically contrasted against unsinful, yet vengeful, wrathful wife, especially fortified, justified, and legitimated when husband in delicto flagrante no matter figment of my imagination occupied smattering rem cycles, a mere fraction of mine existence, which true valued earthly lifespan constitutes Inxs journeys lxiii round el sol translated into utter disbelief. Thus, some measure of consolation, fascination, and insulation experienced by this white pawn, (while he rides high in the saddle as some vaunted feigned knight upon kingly steed) zealously yearning for uber flight of fancy from nonexistent angelic aura to lyft my spirits sans regular visitations. Twas with utmost avidity, excitability, and incongruity, that found this roam in poet to alight delightedly gloriously relinquishing hold upon reality, whence nightly occurrences plied quavering radiantly shining teasingly undulating voiceless willow the wisp. Thee lovely lass perched upon slipstream between wakefulness and sleep. She redolently shone as thee inimitable Lady in red, and returned to mine nocturnal submission. While awaiting sought after amorphous, fabulous, incredulous nebulous essence (transient nymph inhabiting thine unconscious state altered state, what seemed thine entire existence), I reiterate crafted ode and softly sing the following verse. Chorus: she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air no worries existed for whose wellbeing she did care with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair attracting like a magnet every person she that came near spreading infectious contagion of happiness everywhere. tossed out the fashion boutique on a cushion four square led this lady in red with her snug outfit against her slim body did wed pizzazz and personality that bred this well healed nanny with high street cred made sure charges looked spiffy and well fed. Chorus: she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air no worries existed for whose wellbeing she did care with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair attracting like a magnet every person she that came near spreading infectious contagion of happiness everywhere. atop shoulders bounced a well coiffed and adorable head drawing followers wherever she led and listened to her sexy, silky, and sultry voice no matter she pled to steer clear of amorous affair where verboten fruit one must not tread toward, cuz illicit shenanigans hurtful to the one you did wed. chorus: she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air no worries existed for whose wellbeing she did care with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair attracting like a magnet every person she that came near spreading infectious contagion of happiness everywhere.

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