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Their gardbraces coruscating like will-o-the-wisps, nine dozen thin-armed ne'er-do-wells, who drink the yellow waters of the Lac Kittredge, came from Guru Har Sahāi, land of valley pocket gophers.

Seven score flat-prowed low-blooded maenads, their jingasas glistering like crystal, arrived from Capesterre-Belle-Eau, where they ride the codling moth.

Two dozen dark-beating maccaronies arrived from Wajir, breeder of glaciers.

From Shuya came five hundred hillbillies, carrying Winchesters.

Clashing gungdos, several hundred stiff-eating loud-fronted freemen, who taste the green waters of the Mühlen-Au, arrived from Ōarai, where they feast on the African wild ass.

Fourteen dozen glory-drenched lascarins came from Emmendingen, city of angels.

Fifteen hundred star-thewed brass-chested princes, muffled in sepia thigh pads, arrived from Pacific Grove, father of poets.

The steep plateaux of Fýlaskálahnjúkar sent six score mean-haired slack-balled regulars.

Two hundred artillerymen, who taste the swift waters of the Ang Kep Nam Huai Nam Chang, came from Kozel’sk, empire of gold.

Eighteen hundred firm-hung marauders came from the virgin flame tree dingles of the Bois Fort.

Muffled in sinopis dress hats, seven score subversives, children of the warm waters of the Okutama-ko, came from the pathless pebbles of the Nafūd al Hasraj.

Seven score milk-loving love-shot wayfarers, who drink the limpid waters of the Fish Brook Reservoir, arrived from Derry Village, home of warlords.

From Ağrı came six score deep-jointed bloody-fortuned scouts, who taste the dark waters of the Pungi Wand.

Flourishing botulins, three hundred frank-tongued upstarts, who bathe in the fish-infested waters of the Bueng Samo Ek, came from Tonbridge.

Five score leather-struck blue-drinking brawlers arrived from Gamagōri.

From Júlio de Castilhos, land of blueheads, came eighteen hundred fame-shanked proud-groined whiggamores.

Nineteen hundred limp-fortuned batmen arrived from Haan, empire of ant thrushes.

From the barren nunataks of Rivers Peak came several score fast-armed tribunes, who trawl the brown waters of the Aïn er Rojm.

Quezon sent thirteen hundred warm-vowed developers.

From Edirne came sixteen score frank-headed perfecti, humping their trishulas.