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Tie man did name it.

Tie ye it.

Tie mitts in a task coma; tell Liz I’ll let a mock satanist time it.

Tie, nod, Eve… we’ve done it!

Ties—old Edna and Ed lose it…

Tie rows to canine men if fine men in a cot swore it.

“Tie?” taipans snap, “I ate it!”

Tie us, sir, or issue it!

Tied, Amy made it.

Tied, I hiss, “I’m Sid—it’s a mast I dismiss - I hide it!”

Tight era: zany trades, Ira, ’til I’m a militarised arty Nazareth git.

Til aide waste let irony, sir, copy hypocrisy, no rite lets awe dial it.

‘Til less rot I deliver, evil editors sell it.

‘Til liking is a sign I tamed a mix I made, mating is a sign I kill it.

Til lips spill, Lana, can all lips spill it?

‘Til nude yet, can Angie feign an act eyed unlit?

Tiles run apart as saps pass a trap a nurse lit.

Till it O Toro; rototill it!

Till it ’til lit!

Tilt cap, I had a loud duo, lad—a hip act lit!

Tim, Arch, to be sure peruse both, cram it.

Tim, as demanded, named Sam “it.”

Tim Burton did not rub mit.

“Tim, business Elton did, did not lessen” I submit.

“Tim—bust, submit!”

Tim busted a cadet: “submit!”

Tim, Dan acts if I cap a sap, as a pacifist can admit.

Tim Egerton paws mirror, Rena: an error—rim-swap, not re-gem it!

Tim, ere we rise, draw a stiff: it’s a war desire we remit.

“Tim,” I assert, (I, a waitress!) ” aim it.”