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No Geronimo odes reverse doom in Oregon.

No cast iron is in, or its a con!

Maybe we assess a ewe by AM?

I’m at a tan ox on a tatami.

Ewes sob if I boss ewe.

Evil as a wino’s son, I was alive!

Eva hissed, “Do get a late goddess I have.”

Dare I prefer pier ad?

“Allege bid I hid,” I beg Ella.

“Trap Angie fart, name mantra, feign a part.”

“Too fleet, sad ewe, I’ve reviewed a steel foot.”

So, get Little Caesar a sea Celt, tilt egos.

See ‘Purgatory Pyro’ tag rupees!

Put idle, he held it up.

“No, war denizen, ozone ‘zine: draw on!”

Nine vignettes pull upset- ten given in!

Loop still lit spool.

God Mode robs boredom, Dog!

Fleece index evaded a vexed niece elf.

Embarcadero brahma ham harbored a crab, me.

Duo later feuded: a general, a renegade due, fret aloud.

Doomed, I sat up if I put aside mood.

“Do pot, collate tall octopod.”

Do I replan my heir every reverie hymnal period?

Bedlam sides oppose dismal Deb.

Tin Age - benign engine began it.

Sus “boredom mode” robs us.

So recite: “Meek, I let Satan (evilness) enliven a taste, like emetic eros.”

So doddered dodos.

Sam, “All for a war of llamas?”