Old believer

Oh throb, old believer, change harshening teeth. Lacily thaw. Dad said "Si ... es el covenant and no... the wrench when wrought on tenant's robot." Dad, swanlike Al, hurt Leo. My dad wakens on the hill, a rationale we cue. Dribbling old hag works the poisons at shebeen: unto who not? Dad argued when unerring crone his educator's hat, another natal's dot. My father held a bird in his hands along with a sixgun, corky wee Stetson atilt over surgery's keener poesy, O see route, O woe! If Pa, Zen wizards; nutty yang jay vinyl. Kin of my after brain, why would toggling a shepherd's gladdest hat off and on goad the little lights to go if nobody dreads a fad darker prison Byron has than idiots? Maggoty godfather lay there vying for an inked shinbone with thigh, tiny tot would hit at that "si … es … don't!" Es Hun buffalo y yo, el mastiff de Latinity baht, fatty flight of hoy.