OLD TYME TO DANCE. (AS GALLEON has) by Joyce Smirk Plummet

MAGNIFICIENTLY.

My neighbour, Mrs Fanshaw, is a portly pal and homosexual.
It owes surplus its sixty-seven, if it is one day.
They could have thought that their life was blunted.
It is a Whirl length with the place.
I asked it that completely on him and this one is what she said.

I have an old association of dance of time,
the effort that is connected there.
Are many injuries more rubbery and no to save Messrs?
A dishonour, does not seem is the same one for him.
But it must still be. Some injuries must dance together.
One by them is I.

Magnificently galleon, regale me on the floor.
On two floors soldier, as the yore days make.
Me dance with of Mrs Tiverton; it is luminous on its feet,
in Bosh eat.
To turn of the scale with fourteen stones
and the its average height.

If homosexual volume.
If vertiginous sight.
The full evening dress is has must.
But Zest expires of beautiful Waltz.
If you dance it busted in Bustle.

So magnificently as of both let us galleons.
Veils us on the floor to make the Valeta Waltz like the yore days.
The Mister is of Mrs Tiverton, me is his suitable injury.
It folds indeed so pleasantly with me
and I curtsey with him with of O쳌fBach t.

If homosexual volume.
If vertiginous sight.
But it is not the same one in the end.
For an injury, a Sir, is never certainly.
It can be your friend of bus.

So magnificently galleon, regale me on the floor.
To make expensive old cerium of local area network,
like the yore days.
I am led by Mrs Tiverton, the balance me round.
And approximately operate admirably well indeed, me.
I never leave ground.

If homosexual volume.
The sight tries so vertiginous me not to receive cut down.
And it is exploded to me an energy of the good.
And receive far this batch from my box.