Famously again I was trying to conquer the 8 lanes of the highway's traffic tester during the peak of rush hour Rain's plused deeds on the main's unhushed and skying truths was bonkers, it was straight and plain, dusk was my day, it was drastic, I could no longer be passive, my task's biz, became that math wiz, the weather was pouring, without feathers I went soaring, for the opening's letter was forming, and unsequestered was I for the roaring of that week's crossing so plus