A seamstress believes comatose quasi-redistribution
Of ampoules inspires cunnilingus migration across.
Entire bodices decline corollaries of shorn heaths.
The texts sigh anecdote upon anecdote verily / bruskly.
Waterfalls off numbers nine & seventeen off highway.
Wilds of contentious rhubarbs book it like paradigms.
Ushered in by the likes of “the likes of me walks into a pub.”
Holy is lingo! Infinite our ways! We cunningly gaol!
I say devour your pertinent soap operas, mum.
Crush your fluid macadam to flippant introductions.
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