"Westward, Ho!”
“Does it Haverhill
“ Watford
“Climbing, Jack! Common...”
"Gill, Youlton my Hairmyes even
Greynor!"
"Racedown it?" she said, and Winkton her left side.
Cosely snuggling, they Walkden to town to Shopford Luncheon Huts. She Foundry Fryerns, useful for Cocking Causeway out there Youlieburn with hunger. Fooden Moor sorted, they Seton the Wayford Mortimer was being Waste, Wood they Makendon or up?
The Walker
Finalty, Hill was in Long Sight from Green
Bank to Green End and was it Ebbor Gorge! Gillbent to drop the Bagby her feet
and went Running, Waters Dropping Well from her Brow Edge, Jackwood follow Close-burn
in his Temple
Turning, hill vanquished, Gillmoss have been in Shockendon she went again. Having Seend Head of her Lover Fallinge, his Crown Broken, Back Benthall Doublebois, she took The Tumble after him.
Kilspindie, the inquest said.
Both of them from Smasha Hill heads.
I count 58 places in 171 words
Offs! Whenever I knock a post up in Word then c&p it here it floops the line wrapping and makes me look a right pilchard :(
Posted by: Angelalala | Thursday, 19 July 2007 at 19:11
That's Word for you. Turns you into a canned fish.
Posted by: Big Blogger | Thursday, 19 July 2007 at 19:17
Floop. Great word.
Posted by: Clare | Thursday, 19 July 2007 at 20:42