Our atmosphere squeaks common sense.
I sensed him and he liked me. It’s an eye popper, a new 
Use for fumy italics — fumy on the outside,  
Different inside, just repeating, just on nerve, just on time.  
Like him I leave my stamp for no reasons, for nothing spurs dreams.  
Here take a wild guess. 
A young monk will then say,   
 

Tell us about your imitating experience.