today we surveyed the end of amoria where we found six pence shoreline craggy rock timber jutting jutefully o'er the plane des moine.  where have i put my notebook?  first, listen…. firstlisten.  too much ham in this iota I reckon.  me and my brother make three with thee and thee, gaining again on perfection you know, up down up down sliding class around the holy mounded temple of isis irish moss swimming in cold copper veins

woah!  yes lets lets slide on my dear wet back fingerlings and there were even cast back castanets singing clickingly about atom bombs amok time rhyme train momma's home.