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“To lay as Nemo—when I am Ed, Reg, Elton, Sid or Rod—is not legerdemain, eh?” women say a lot.

“To lay aside little cares, I ran on a riser a Celt tiled,” I say a lot.

To lay benign erotica packs, I risk capacitor engine by a lot.

To lay-by all lists, I’ll lay-by a lot.

To laze, pass a Pez a lot.

To lazily ape no-one, pay Liz a lot.

To Lem, actors rot Camelot.

To Leo, “Bored Rob, order oboe lot.

To let a lad eye Bosnia, mere remains obeyed a late lot.

To let in a brush, turn Ruth’s urbanite lot.

To let in a brutal fate, get a flat urbanite lot.

To let in gig, or frog, ignite lot.

To lip, suit no Pontius Pilot.

To lip, tons of UFO snot, pilot.

To nets, ah, no, son haste not.

To O.C.S. I scoot.

To obtain Alpine pen, I plan (I at boot.)

To often let a gang nix obesity, Les, or proselytise boxing, nag a telnet foot.

To Olga, we wag loot.

To Opal, I avail a poot.

To order cassettes, sack cassettes’ sacred root.

To order, Red—root!

To order tan oil, sex, ale… relaxes lion at Red Root.

To Ossie, garage is soot.

To Otis, I toot.

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.