The first Proffered "Paragraph" (rather typical?) goes thus:
Defined as "a monkey," the lost crowd's mascot begins turning around and around. Aping himself, that "monkey" grows about as aboriginal as waxed skis on which the welkin formed a sure way of coping with several problems. Softly gnawing the bones nearby is the cure for so much. As a brackish practice what would be simpler than the taking into mouth and other mouth several of the midway-found fronds from ages now and long since apparently all but left? Tiny elements of hinting get along and reach a road of lit varnishes.
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