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‘Til less rot I deliver, evil editors sell it.

Til aide waste let irony, sir, copy hypocrisy, no rite lets awe dial it.

Tight era: zany trades, Ira, ’til I’m a militarised arty Nazareth git.

Tied, I hiss, “I’m Sid—it’s a mast I dismiss - I hide it!”

Tied, Amy made it.

Tie us, sir, or issue it!

“Tie?” taipans snap, “I ate it!”

Tie rows to canine men if fine men in a cot swore it.

Ties—old Edna and Ed lose it…

Tie, nod, Eve… we’ve done it!

Tie mitts in a task coma; tell Liz I’ll let a mock satanist time it.

Tie ye it.

Tie man did name it.

Tie it to node: most eye doctors rot code yet some do not tie it.

Tie: it is a spastic item, so can I tip it in a cosmetic it saps as i tie it?

Tie gag, Ned, engage it!

Tie dirt, Sam, if I’m astride it.

Tie ceded, I hide deceit.

Tides, sorcery, lateness or calamaris: as I ram a lacrosse net, a lyre crossed it.

Tides simulate, bet Alu missed it.

Tides opposed it.

Tides are sedition; a hostile divide lit so Hanoi tides erased it.

“Tide-red rots”—I dunno; Sam, a mason nudist, ordered it.

Tide reviled and bad dab DNA delivered it.

Tide reverse; no one’s revered it.

Tide net safe soon; Alin—a Manila noose fastened it.

“Tide man-law” Al named it.

Tide lured it, tide ruled it.

Tide illusion: Aestas at sea—no, I sullied it.

Tide: Big Top’s spot gibed it.