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I, mad as a god, do gas Adami.

I, madam, on an oily lion, a nomad am I.

“I made Di,” asserts Mae’s seamstress,” aid Ed, ami.”

I made dice do some memo, so decided am I.

I made Kansas sass—as naked am I.

I made tart surf Net (for often frustrated am I!)

I made use, Nola, alone: sued am I?

I, male, macho, oh, camel am I.

“I, man, am a miss,” I hiss, “I’m a man—am I?”

I, man, am amiss—I’m a man, am I?

I, man, am damned—I am a maiden madman, am I?

I, man, I’m a idiot to Idi Amin, am I!

I, Manu, style magic: I gamely tsunami.

I mar on GI, ignorami.

I mar on GI, not on ignorami.

I, Marian, I too fall; a foot-in-air am I.

I mask rap as ordered; Rosa Parks am I.

I, Maxine, oh phoenix am I!

I may argue I limp, mad as a damp milieu: gray am I.

I may doom Boston; O do not sob; moody am I!

I may not see fallibility ’til I bill a fee; stony am I!

I may rub Silas Marner, wet a noted pup, detonate wren, ram—Salisbury am I!

I may snap at a rat—a pansy am I?

I mime Mimi.

I moan, Ed; I hide Ed’s deed; I hide Naomi.

I moan, “Live O evil Naomi!”

I moan, “Naomi!”

I moan, “No lice Cecil, on Naomi.”

I moan, “No, Neil—an alien on Naomi!”

I moan, “No putrid goddesses said I assessed dog-dirt upon Naomi!”