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I go, yet saw a sign: “In Rome, morning is a waste, Yogi.”

I go, Yogi.

I go, “Yo!” to Yogi.

I got an Amana to G.I.

I got tomb motto, G.I.

I, goy, war raw yogi.

I, goy, warm raw yogi.

I, goy, warn raw yogi.

I, goy, warp raw yogi.

I, Goya, saw Bob was a yogi.

I had a bad ahi.

I had, alas, a salad: ahi.

“I hate my baby” met a “Hi!”

I hate wet ahi!

I hose zoo ooze, so—“Hi!”

I, Kay, ire Trevor over teriyaki.

I Kiwanis-sass in a Wiki.

I, lab boss, sob, “Bali!”

“I ladle,” urged a vet, “evade gruel, Dali.”

I, lame nut, penned, “Dust—sudden Neptune Mali?”

I laned Denali.

I led a red nude by a day bed under a deli.

I lessen, damn it; solemn rot’s torn me, lost in madness, Eli.

I lessen it … folderol, I ATE tailored loftiness, Eli!

I let a fez amaze fat Eli.

“I let one man I’d named as a liar trek” I hailed Eli, “a hiker trail—as a demand I name not Eli!”

I like Kili.

I live evil, I.

I lob Mort’s Bologna cuts; Stu can go lob Stromboli.

I lob Mort’s stromboli.