• The sand of modern agency
    Shoots into existance
    Without clause, and some signs,
    Creates a wild party witihn tents.

    A green sound glimmers gracefully in my garden.
    It grows even more when I give the green condiments.
    Once every summer, we live in a torch with everything purple.
    That purple is our valiant friend forevermore.

    For those beep and weep, yet triple subvers be,
    All trippers are though waiting to and fro.
    I saw that my blue clock is ticking madly,
    And my flowing rainbow bird that is always in love.

    Zee if nunder oin fron dolo gist super harben,
    Agziaf fair uplessi sunt.
    He who understands this will win,
    For this is a puzzle of words.