Ubdop

Ubdop what doing done. At

                        slump of the being which has

been made slipped into such

                        unique summer an irresistible

course. Ubdop these crackly

                        butterflies and we are emphatic

wings. Half of abandon being.

                        Then arise deepens with huge

a sullen let does. Was enough

                        ubdop the abdomen now lacks

in us. For only in them did our

                        perplex eye have budges leant.

Formed of our gentle stretch is.

                        There we are stood upon with

pedestrian peepers out. Huddle

                        the elegy from which is burnt.

Ubdop than by a smitten sun.

                        Ubdop what seems selfish was

left to rush under a plain table.

                        Ubdop a wander leg flown off

so still could we cut a heavy hem.