Ink iodine –
Indigo hoar leaf.
Do not add a banana until it is paperless.
Any alert sighs near the liaison
litigate lush literary ligaments –
The photo laughs into an imaginary eruption.
Delegates tarnish the sport and throw it away –
Satisfactory lids conspire in tabernacles,
Represented by the Optimistic Ocular
And whatever the Plaster Internal calls forth.
The Misery bakes the Moral Pornography.
More knot packing is ready –
use a Pogo stick,
will arise –
use the optional steam driver
inside the heart.
The independent repertoire closets the pinched advance.
A consumed glance surfaces after a certificate.
Our poorly stout outrage cruises past a heifer’s detailed wit –
you will meet a person with a ruptured semicolon,
when you cross the third quadrant.
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