11/14/75- birthday

recoverd from the wash-fallen peaches, the gay princess and her stroping gown were at the wedding of the fever chipmunks. absurd and uncanny, went the fervent flemming toothpaste pump.
over there! the scar-board is wasting its devils acronymnnymphs and the free-gotten four-letter obscure. there. in the bleachers, her majesty is red with sympathy for the golf cart that wouldn't let me out at the ninth hole. the ninth inning is over and done. we won. terrible and terrific the gesture of five thousand sleeping. on their backs attacks the libra and those who find fishes admirable to taste.