Brisk boxers bounce bouyently about beating both beyond distant borders of twined rope, boundries by boring bystanders, but buying beautifull time to brandish brutal blows.
	So say some spectators, spying suspiciously, seeking soulless stranglements stopping several streets short, shoelaces sought tight tying.
	Unfortunatly you know too, like living lupins looking lonesomely, light clouds let waterfalls leap laughingly below.
	Ruining rags ravaging rain roundly runs restarting relentless rants, brewing a rematch, recalling regretable blows.

8:04 PM 
4/25/04