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Won’t Ida, eh, head it now?

Won’t last sighs also slash gist salt now?

Won’t local apparel like kilts—oh, ghostlike killer!—appal a colt now?

Won’t Lucy ads’ mood assess a doomsday cult now?

Won’t Nat sideline, senile, distant now?

Won’t Neil assert nectar at a rat centre’s salient now?

Won’t Neil call a Walla Walla client now?

Won’t Neil lube Mai’s ass as I am ebullient now?

Won’t Nero rent now?

Won’t net operators agree beer/gas/rot are potent now?

Won’t Net-inept egrets in a canister get penitent now?

Won’t one spy, L.A. cop, assess Apocalypse Now, as I saw one spy, L.A. cop, assess Apocalypse Not Now?

Won’t Paganini nag apt now!

Won’t pews fill if swept now?

Won’t Radio Nara prefer paranoid art now?

Won’t Rafi fart now?

Won’t rat saga start now?

“Won’t reverses revert now!”

“Won’t reverse sir, a live,” demanded a faded name, “devil arises, revert now!”

Won’t Rose redial Ed at Adelaide resort now?

Won’t salt last now?

Won’t senators rot a nest now?

“Won’t send a bad nest now?”

We fade to melodies I recall; a cerise idol emoted a few.

We faded a few…

We faded away, Alamo troop, ere we were poor; to Malaya waded a few.

We failed a stoner if we few fire not sad Eli a few.

We fanatical ilk nip nine men; in pink lilac, I tan a few.

We favor ova—few!

We fax a few.