Unsettled at seeing, something from magnificental nothing much all that lucrative anymore

Hence, this is the age-old, roughed-up story

And a man fastens his heart immediately right by his left-hand, awfully accustomed midst deceptively, desperately unaccustomed to it all

A fresh-faced tale, wherein these tiny little best font-forward characters speak to side-wind and delicately tweak the deafeningly ready difference – this will instil… something from magnificental nothing much all that worthwhile anymore

Soft, hand-crafted, heart-crafted, hard-crafted smile, and he remains a while – utterly purposeful, yet again, and for one next unsuspecting time

Appears to lie immediately right by
The inner workings of the looking-glass eye – through, true, ’tis few who truly knew.