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Forced Ska Hoard And Save Hen Years Ago.

History contends that on that score hing hot summer at 6:00 pm June sixteenth  in the year 666 after the Devonian era,  two lovers - a Mister Belmont Me    and Missy Bryn Mawr Hu felt the call  of the wild within the wilderness  in virgin hinterlands of Penn Valley  and supposedly got cannibalized    by a Hottentot Mailer Daemon named  Manayunk Yahoo. All plugged stoppers  got pulled as the passionate children  of Mother Nature and Jethro Toll    rumbled, fumbled, bungled in  the jungle, and shook the firma ment echoing subterranean cat a combs with their private feral    Carnival antics.The ensuing Millennium  spawned one bizarre tale after  another each appending a more  farfetched tail spinning embellish ment from the preceding legend.    Mary Waters ford considered as  the first person to record the shroud  of mystery lurking in the hollows  of sleepy hills, which rumor harbored  this legend of lost Lower Merion lovers.    Even to this day (one eerily similar  at that fateful bewitching hour)  one can hear the blood curdling  and hair-raising bacchanalia under ground Brahmins deep pounding  beets on their crude ovens deep  purple within the bowels of the Earth.   Many believe present day tremors  that line the main tract hearken  Earth linked presence of sinning  wood nymphs and elfin grots continually    being birthed within many gnarled rocks  causing groundswell similar to  a Welsh Valley overtaken by hocked  conch blowing Harridans. Some  of these hardy adherents corn beef    hash tagged as unprintable expletives,  whose self-righteousness bound  by unwavering assertions of Woody  Woodpecker apparition. Visages of  fearsome flesh eating muscle bound    underground golems toting haversacks  as big as a town (surpassing the likes  of 1148 Matthew’s rolled into one)  sustains longevity of ogres not even    all the brooms could sweep away far  as next square rush new town. Although  rarely seen, but more often heard  tectonic vibrations that shake and bake    like local crowded house special chicken  Radnor (often cleft fissures upon flint stoned  layers of bedrock comprising Delaware Valley)  infuses imagination of (top notch pugilists)   bravely ventured into this haunted haven  and vanished without a trace. Most likely  their fate became a gourmet meal i.e. tasty  as Salad Augustus with seven season Caesar dressing.    


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