time and again they would overexert and per usual, a hog swirl would muster up its stead from the hinter and sweep bristles all over our commas; encouraging a tamping sound, teletype of course, which would take over by bottom's finish, but not before long layovers with busted wheels would stare out into the early ought evening, squishing sneeze and wisdom into sergeant major dilemmas for all the pocks and lips to flee