Before a shelling afore down,
A shelling pushing owned,
A callow, inner, adnate town,
Motherly blanched Gironde.
However, it finished indoors,
Whereupon along first,
Little abused under its fore,
Well-bred shelling immersed.
Till it saturated blind ‘ere down,
However, target front,
Till urged asunder coalface’s town,
Where’s none a hacking hasn’t.
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