she wars a lady lover treed

she was a lady love trees
she had grandest childs loved to laugh
but she had so many ovicers advisering her to be megafearful
seriously
she plyed her playing
and all the layerings came a tumultuous tumtable retumbling
and
for brief interregnums betwixt thish ere fear and dot
she
was
peaceable
all them hugs helped her too

cuz the lice of lies are so thickly parching
but hte greensward of manydropped waterhealerings ya, Dass ist GUT