Nothing is more enriching be
than artificial reality seen where goats align themselves with boats of breeze and crossing moats to rhyme with ease and tease out the singy dong of bell from churchy towers their grayish knells while nagging negatory spells confine blank hexes to last fortell of dreams known well for mental sink and clean blown out blink of dreams do tell of mollusc shell in outdoor adorn of hell’s motel.
