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“’Tis golden age began…” - Ed logs it.

Sure, Wolf, lower us.

Emote Ilsa’s lie to me.

Do get an ID, robust subordinate god!

Ari omits Asti, Moira.

Worst never plained, a denial prevents row.

“Word assigning is sad, Row.”

War siege is raw, a raw siege is war: a war siege is raw!

“Stutter rage,” Garret tuts.

Storm lapses, palm rots.

So listen, I back cabinet silos.

Set a gala, I rest serial agates!

Pascal, I miss my gym’s Similac sap!

No, Inuit, eye Yeti union!

Ha is, “semi-messiah”.

Dilate eye, yeet a lid.

“Diary, reify fiery raid!”

All I rap (as rascal), “I lay a lilac sarsaparilla!”

“Rise, sire; rise, sir!”

He saw no definite tin I fed on, was “eh.”

Ad: “Antilles did sell it: nada!”

Pure taciturn rut I cater up.

Stab, mow, nun, wombats.

Snug, one morning I saw a sign in Rome: “No Guns.”

“Risk cock, sir? “

Report it, tit roper!

Lasses save Rev, asses, Sal!

Dog maid, I am God!

Buried, I ride, I rub!

Rob a legacy as, I say, cage labor.