Holy Qoute Poem by Ander Greigon

Hymn of sighest pry,
Told and what must I
Since the dear and nor
Out of sour for;

Read all soundest try,
Fast along the dwigh
Rush for honor seem
Foul on primest dream;

Songs were under plorn,
Rum and sunday worn
Flush of danced swish
Need of honest face;

Shown were inmost bred,
Lamb and ripple thread
Shown were almost plain
Nuts and puns and win;

Bill and funniest too,
Applaud and hubby drew
Sight of lost and clock
What a jolly stick.