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One tale rotten, not new, I went on Net to relate, no?

One solitary rat I lose, no?

One rotten saw was net to Reno.

One rotten net tore, no?

One rotten garden one dragnet tore, no?

One poem: “One gnat assesses Satan genome ‘open’: O!”

One pat, not camera haste, gets a harem act on tape, no?

One parsec afar, Ira faces rape, no?

One noon sex alert relaxes no one—no?

One nods if fat staff is done, no?

One nod, slob, my stoner: are not symbols done—no?

One nip, one melt taco’s a pleasure in a zanier USA, El Paso cattlemen opine, no?

One Nair bottle was a welt to Brian Eno.

One mortadella virtuoso’s out-rivalled at Rome, no?

One moon had a shadow O.D.; ah, sad, ah no omen—O!

One met a democrat star: come date me, no?

One Mat raps aspartame, no?

One Maltese song aide, he diagnoses ET lame, no?

One lost sole, no?

One leg, ass, a man rubs—I’m red—I peel—a pale epidermis burn: a massage, Leno.

One last piece receipts ale, no?

One lady gnat sees tangy Dale, no?

“One kilt, Lucille,” yell I, “cult-like, no!”

One jazz I play, or royal pizza, Jeno?

One film lacks a motto: got to mask calm life, no?

One filled omen I plan is to let Adele date lots in alpine model life, no?

One evaded Aveeno.

One dit/dah: I jam radios so I’d arm a jihad tide, no?

One dice deliver, if Sal, Lisa (as ill as fire vile) decide, “No!”

One dame revised a Hades I’ve remade, no?