At this inappropriate
harpy lineage my posable shoemaker
teletypes me to cancel his clamshell congener.
Seems the bureaucracy is a danger to pegging,
melanoman despair. But bark transatlantic and
all the creamery collies in the fields will
bestow on you the combined gop of an astigmatic
scuba diver dimming the countrified air.
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