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Dare knit an ”it” in a Tinker ad.

Dare Sumer a harem user ad.

Dare to veer far off for a free voter ad.

Darn ocelots stole Conrad!

“Daryl, I’d dig Ukiah haiku giddily—rad!”

Dash cameras are Mach sad.

Dash sad.

“Dash to bet or win,” I wrote, “Both sad.”

Dash to bodies, run a saline, divide nil: as a nurse, I do both … sad.

“Dash to me, Hebrew snail!”, I answer behemoth’s ad.

Burton’s telegram: “Marge, let’s not rub!”

Bury my rub.

Bury no basis, say my ass is a bony rub.

Bus on no sub.

Bush saw pop wash sub.

Bush says, “Or a rosy, ash sub..?”

Bush super ads dare, “push sub!”

Bush’s in a data warding issue: torpid as a re-voting nit over a sad “I, Proteus” sign I draw at a Danish sub.

Bush’s ire: “Promise…Sim—or perish sub!”

Bust on, “Snot Sub”!

Busy Amy may sub.

Busy LED under a dark-cap flower, omen of one more wolf-pack, radared nudely: sub.

Busy Ned did deny sub.

Busy van notes radar: a wastrel, alert, saw a radar set on navy sub!

But a lad and I hid Nadal a tub.

But a nip made lame female damp in a tub.

But an aide-de-camp, Ma, ceded Ian a tub.

But an item in a ribald lab I ran I met in a tub.

But an osteopath gilded a faded light; a poet’s on a tub.

But anise I revile decides Sarah Palin edibility ’til I—Biden—I lap harassed ice deliveries in a tub.