In order to sign the bombastic chequebook; I used an
ink resembling pure sapphire pearls,

In order to sign the hotel guestbook; I used an ink
suckled from freshly tantalizing Mountain mud,

In order to sign the dreaded terrorist's death
sentence; I used an ink extracted from venomous
reptile skins,

In order to sign the blissful peace treaty between
neighboring continents; I used an ink extracted from
poignantly delectable raspberry,

In order to sign my best friends palm; I used an ink
withdrawn from astoundingly tangy lemon,

In order to sign on the innocuous student's annual
examination paper; I used an ink extracted from the
austerely scarlet rose,

In order to sign in the official company register; I
used an ink of nimble light blue,

In order to sign on the ragged village wall; I used an
ink suckled from indigenous cowdung,

In order to sign on the baby's cheeks; I used an ink
of wholesomely impeccable and sacrosanct cow milk,

In order to sign on the dead man's will; I used an ink
extracted from the perpetually silent and ghoulish
owl,

In order to sign on the ingeniously written
scientist's thesis; I used an ink of contemporary
silver and slippery mercury,

In order to sign on the celestially embossed marriage
invitation; I used an ink extricated from the
fabulously gorgeous pink lotus,

In order to sign on my salary increment application; I
used an ink of intractably adhering black paint,

In order to sign on the overwhelmingly confidential
presidential document; I used an ink of glittering
emerald green; evacuated from the fossils loitering in
tandem on the century old ocean bed,

In order to sign the artist's majestic painting; I
used an ink extracted from royally curled oligarchic
peacock quills,

In order to sign the horrendously corrupt politician's
ordeal; I used an ink of exorbitantly cheap and
stinking gutter water,

In order to sign the aristocratically woven
recommendation letter; I used an ink imprisoned in the
heart of the marvelously radiating oyster,

In order to sign the gardeners pending bills; I used
an ink extracted from ravishingly fresh green grass,

In order to sign the feeble patient's crisp hospital
vouchers; I used an ink of the most stringent
antiseptic,

In order to sign the film star's swanky autobiography;
I used an ink resembling glamorous diamonds sparkling
tenaciously in the garish showroom,

In order to sign the birth certificate of the
immaculate tied orphan for securing admission in
playtime nursery; I used an ink extracted from the
vividly vivacious cluster of red cherry,

In order to sign the magicians insurmountably
enigmatic visiting card; I used an ink extracted from
mystical blueberry herb,

And in order to sign the bond of love; the pact of
immortal romance between me and my beloved; I used an
ink of my very own and profusely passionate crimson
blood…







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