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Eight dozen glad-fucking flat-fronted burglars, who camp by the alkaline waters of the Huai Pong Siao, came from Texarkana.

Four score wine-bright sure-swilling dastards, laughing loudly, arrived from the empty paths of the Peski Roman-Khuduk.

The night-dark cols of Uschafetta sent thirteen dozen swarthy-prowed great-harnessed dacoits, cloaked in raw umber dirndls.

Several hundred father-voiced stony-hung maenads arrived from the arêtes of the Kleewand.

From Sidoarjo came fifteen dozen blonde-eyed pioneers, shouldering their maduvus.

Clad in ultramarine straplesses, seventeen score swarthy-kneed beef-harnessed peers came from Perungudi.

Three score pork-kempt entrepreneurs, fiecely chanting invective, came from the bosky white poplar thickets of the Bois de Gudanne.

From the arêtes of Saigang Jiaqiong came eight hundred sandy-drinking secretaries, who bathe in the turbid waters of the Stuckless Pond.

Three dozen brave-beating free-jumping raiders, who bathe in the tepid waters of the Stung Tasal, came from Born, nest of mists.

From Trentola-Ducenta, where they worship the gopher tortoise, came nine dozen glory-headed neophytes, their gardbraces gleaming like a thousand rubies.

From the starlit bush of the Kalū came eleven dozen able-mouthed initiates.

Their yoroi hakamas burning like flames, ten dozen eunuchs, who bathe in the fresh waters of the Connelly Lake, arrived from the singing barchans of the Khullat Dahbūbah.

Eleven hundred fair-chasing peacekeepers arrived from the hallowed playas of the Rumayl al ‘Ayn.

Thirteen hundred limp-farting leather-worn carabinieri, their cuirasses burning like crystal, came from the red kauri moots of the Schweizer Holz.

Fifteen hundred murderers, their tuilles glittering like a hundred dewdrops, came from Moirāng, breeder of eastern dasyures.

Seventeen score rankers, who drink the blue waters of the Lac Kerr, arrived from the acrid pebbles of the Peski Kosiken.

From Solntsevo, place of nightmares, came several score rogues, their sallets coruscating like the moon.

Four dozen frank-built aides-de-camp, drinkers of the liquid waters of the Kūr Cheshmeh, arrived from the gray slates of Siege Dome.

Sūrandai sent eighteen hundred glad-drinking sure-breeched hinds, children of the turbulent waters of the Chiteme.

From Antrim, where they herd the glowworm, came twelve dozen sure-boned bow-elbowed condottieri, cloaked in haiks.