Triumphantly Godly Lap Comments

I might have skittishly tossed and turned an unfathomable number of times in my impoverished life; fantastically replenishing every pore of my skin with the most majestically ingratiating of silk,
But it was only in the Omnisciently sacrosanct lap of my mother; that I blissfully closed my eyes to even the most remotest trace of obnoxious alien light; transited into eternally royal sleep.

I might have restlessly fidgeted and simmered an incomprehensible number of times in my destitute life; gloriously finding my way beneath a mountain of rhapsodic raspberry,
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