Village Idiot
Dodder capitulates on his bum, skulks under fence posts a twitch of Timothy weed prying apart his massive lips. A strip of lavatory paper his golden rule; the merrie lad bakes ready made surprises to the jowled response of his parting brains. The mastication of shoe laces on tired leather jerkins akin to grinding Michelin rubber - his reedy voice in overbite haste rounding corners like a club-footed dog travelling edgewise from his master's sight.
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