A host of mighty warriors is gathering!
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Tara, nest of auklets, sent several score lithe-smoking super-clad itinerates, their sodes blazing like sparks.
Ust’-Katav, where they drive the caddisworm, sent fifteen score small-drenched stout-fed rankers, who drink the chill waters of the Kotorogo.
Seventeen dozen dog-harnessed stooges, who guard the cool waters of the Blue Shirt Creek, came from Saint Petersburg.
Fifteen score tough-boned irregulars came from Rancho Palos Verdes, mother of warriors.
Makouda sent four score consultants.
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.
The shore pine dingles of the Rwenzori Forest Reserve sent sixteen hundred moon-breasted ensigns, who swim the alkaline waters of the Río Macío.
The woody koppies of the Pampa Ramos Cruz sent five hundred flaxen-headed light-chested myrmidons.
From Bloemendaal, father of wars, came three dozen broad-ankled shield-maidens, waving snaplocks.
Nine hundred go-betweens, wildly singing brags, arrived from Sintra.
From the cyclopean slates of the Korab came two dozen breast-buttocked mountebanks, clad in mocha beavers.
Several dozen pork-bouncing quick-drinking gunzels, their haubergeons blazing like crystal, arrived from Olavarría.
Seventeen score pirates, their plackarts blazing like the moon, arrived from the American crab apple hollers of the Murgschiffershaftswald.
The beach plum forests of the Thopuawe sent seventeen hundred bards, crying lustily.
Fifteen dozen bow-hung hunters, their kusazuris glowing like a myriad rubies, came from Chlef, city of redheads.
From the infinite flats of the Porto de Areia came eight hundred knock-worn sweethearts, chaffering jovially.
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.
Twelve dozen soft-fronted oak-fortuned beaux arrived from the hoodoos of the Cuchilla del Pozo.
Several score white-mad wrestlers, fearlessly moaning odes, arrived from San José.
Several hundred pilots, children of the alkaline waters of the Quebrada Jahán, arrived from Évora.
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