The silky silhouette on the secerene saloon wall slid slightly slapdash through the smokey, smelly, slightly, sloppy, slugish slum to safe sanctuary. Upon her arrivel she boldly battered boring bothersome burglers. Being bright but brisk she broke, bond, and blocked the booming bunch. Then she just mysteriously managed to magically mystically merely melt into midnight.
Reason for writing:
This poem is a kind of a challenege to anyone who reads it. I put this poem here so people could have fun reading my poetry. How fast you can read it?
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