I aver pollen eclipses stain both moon and sun with borrowed-spores.
Again, I don’t know much re: pollen,
I’m playing with borrowed-writing.
Any point of contention is biting now but my spores speed ahead 85 to 100;
that’s slow in a chilly gust. I won’t do much more, not even for track officials powered with centrifugal disclosure, facebooked in their past. So forget

Any legal plaudits, forget public jubilee — I should add my power gamut goes faster. My pollen instrument serves haves and abandons have-nots holding guitars spinning all ways in gelid hilly winds.