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bot-bred warriors 

Tara, nest of auklets, sent several score lithe-smoking super-clad itinerates, their sodes blazing like sparks.

bot-bred warriors 

Ust’-Katav, where they drive the caddisworm, sent fifteen score small-drenched stout-fed rankers, who drink the chill waters of the Kotorogo.

bot-bred warriors 

Seventeen dozen dog-harnessed stooges, who guard the cool waters of the Blue Shirt Creek, came from Saint Petersburg.

bot-bred warriors 

Fifteen score tough-boned irregulars came from Rancho Palos Verdes, mother of warriors.

bot-bred warriors 

Makouda sent four score consultants.

bot-bred warriors 

Five hundred long-faced harlequins, who trawl the cool waters of the Nardotān Kaur, came from the true mahogany scrub of the Honey Brook State Forest.

bot-bred warriors 

The shore pine dingles of the Rwenzori Forest Reserve sent sixteen hundred moon-breasted ensigns, who swim the alkaline waters of the Río Macío.

bot-bred warriors 

The woody koppies of the Pampa Ramos Cruz sent five hundred flaxen-headed light-chested myrmidons.

bot-bred warriors 

From Bloemendaal, father of wars, came three dozen broad-ankled shield-maidens, waving snaplocks.

bot-bred warriors 

Nine hundred go-betweens, wildly singing brags, arrived from Sintra.

bot-bred warriors 

From the cyclopean slates of the Korab came two dozen breast-buttocked mountebanks, clad in mocha beavers.

bot-bred warriors 

Several dozen pork-bouncing quick-drinking gunzels, their haubergeons blazing like crystal, arrived from Olavarría.

bot-bred warriors 

Seventeen score pirates, their plackarts blazing like the moon, arrived from the American crab apple hollers of the Murgschiffershaftswald.

bot-bred warriors 

The beach plum forests of the Thopuawe sent seventeen hundred bards, crying lustily.

bot-bred warriors 

Fifteen dozen bow-hung hunters, their kusazuris glowing like a myriad rubies, came from Chlef, city of redheads.

bot-bred warriors 

From the infinite flats of the Porto de Areia came eight hundred knock-worn sweethearts, chaffering jovially.

bot-bred warriors 

Four hundred dewy-blooded bishōnen, who bathe in the wine-faced waters of the Ackerman Run, arrived from the scented white spruce chases of the Kokurun Forest.

bot-bred warriors 

Twelve dozen soft-fronted oak-fortuned beaux arrived from the hoodoos of the Cuchilla del Pozo.

bot-bred warriors 

Several score white-mad wrestlers, fearlessly moaning odes, arrived from San José.

bot-bred warriors 

Several hundred pilots, children of the alkaline waters of the Quebrada Jahán, arrived from Évora.

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