Papal bull

In diary, a papal bull soothes O thou who neglected autopsy.  In diary, papal bull ties one God down on a bed, I shutter thy cheap latitude so.  In diary, vasty ties.  Hand out wad, toy daw.  He spoke, ate Byron's fading lot.  They, Herr N., vacated her dream.  A lad's wig.  Ideal hat is cad's papery cyclone, rolled furled trouty pelt, a die thrown.  Mother's ideal hat.  My sweaty eyebrow would think with its atheism, oh smile, neaten an Apache habit hunt-freed.