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Well, Iowa sees a seesaw oil, Lew.

“Well, let it be debt,” I tell Lew.

Well, let’s axe Texas—tell Lew.

Well, let’s tell Lew.

Well, let’s tip rats, no mists, dim, amidst Simon’s tar-pits—tell Lew.

Well, Lombard was, I saw, drab moll, Lew.

Well, Lord’s droll, Lew.

Well, Lorne won’t now enroll Lew.

Well, Lumina, can I mull Lew?

We’ll run on a Qanon URL, Lew.

Well, Ward did drawl, Lew.

We’ll wok owl, Lew!

Welsh slew.

Welsh teeth slew.

Wendell E. yelled, “New!”

Wendel’s sled, new?

Went on fine mogul’s ‘Net to rev Australian snail art: suave rotten slug omen if not new.

Went on Ned, “I am a madam, a maiden not new.”

Wes pisses, sips, pisses, sips… ew!

Wet sap uses up a stew.

Wet Sara has a tort at Ayr to try, at a trot, a Sahara stew.

“Wet, sassy bananas, Em,” raps Nat, “Stan’s parmesan, an abyss, a stew …”

Wet, smug yams may gum stew.

Wet snack can stew.

“Wet snips age,” we gasp, “in stew.”

“Wet snot—” sobbed Deb, “Boston stew.”

“Wet snot—” sobs Tim, “it’s “Boston stew.”

Wet tuba put up a butt—ew!

Wet’s a sad ewe I viewed as a stew.

“Why, meta-dog god ate my HW!”