A run-run Farmer in the Dell (Part 71)

Fuzzle (fuh-zl) noun.

It’s a delicate balance, amid the fray, the bombastic spray of chit chat across my field of vision.  I scrubbed for days the common sense of in-common scents off from me.  The bubble gum pops and dribbles all over your humble bubble flight dreams.  A disheveled woven hovel, shovel dug out and clovered for hoven women, slightly beveled, to accommodate all of Saturn’s slattern’s rings.

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