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To panic in a pew, we panic in a pot.

To pass, I kiss a pot.

To pass, I piss a pot.

To pass, I miss a pot.

To pat cafe trades I’m in, I maximise it in a sniff of off insanities; I mix a minimised artefact, a pot.

To pat one weasel—if Edna is sure no-one’s procedural—let’s tell a rude corpse no-one Russian defiles a ewe not a pot.

To poll a Gallup, I pull a Gallo pot.

To poo rag, naked I ride kangaroo pot.

To posse: “Manila Ed is a crank narc!” (as I deal in a mess o’ pot!)

To prevent a rat, never pot.

To prevent sulks, I risk lust, never pot.

To prevent sums of units, tangle falafel gnats tin UFOs must never pot.

To profess a time, dared, nude, I rub stars rats buried under a demitasse for pot.

To Raisa, “Did Asia rot?”

To rate Sue, sir, I rise, use tarot.

To rate Sue, use tarot.

To rate surer, use tarot.

To rate , we tarot.

“To Talladega,” raged Al, L.A. tot.

To VIP I pivot.

To viper pit I pre-pivot.

To wit, I wot.

Tod asks, “Irene risks a dot?”

Today a pain ode came solo to Greece: ergo, to lose Macedonia, pay a dot.

Today, as I rise, Sir, I say, “A dot!”

Today, names use many a dot.

Todd erases a red dot.

Togaed in acid, I caw, “Oh how acidic an idea got!”

Toil, Eliot.

Toil estimates set: am I T. S. Eliot?