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“Slap sly Reba?” - Beryl’s pals.

Some “don’ts” I list: no demos!

Stan, geese on a canoe see gnats.

Sugar, dots send a madness to drag us!

“To task, say?” asks a tot.

Was it odd, a sad dot I saw?

Diabolic, I lob aid.

Dip milk nude, dunk limpid.

Dope (ditto) gets a taste-got Tide pod!

Droll, a riveting idea got togaed, ignite viral lord.

Live lie, veil evil.

Moor both salsas, lash to broom.

See Gil Geneva use suave negligees.

Stinky moss aligning, I lasso my knits.

Sugar, drool fool gin on igloo floor, drag us.

Tie dice diodes use, do I decide it?

Tied, I hide it.

Tip, also, slap it.

Trade daft, faded art!

God, Sis is dog!

Avid damsel, a yeti’s opposite Yale’s mad diva.

Cain, a mere hedonist I stop now on pot, sits in ode here, maniac.

Dapper Peter cottons not to Crete prep pad.

Deer “Gallop,” a poll agreed.

“Dia, siren, slip on no pilsner!” I said.

Dias, Al, let’s prep a samurai’s all Asia rum, as a perp, Stella, said.

I’m, alas, as a warden, rubbed as a deb, burned, raw, as a salami.

Mad at a demo, old Emil, slimed, loomed at Adam.

Mad, a red nun in Ur, a den Ma, damned a run-in under a dam.

Ned, Rubio pondered no poi burden.