Quickly.
Shiny.
Liver and bacon.
Steak and kidney pie.
Right! The voice of thick rain
is under again,
is faint born to blush,
is badly a flower.
O, destroy by God the instinctive parcel!
Sweet citizen, grab at the letter,
flourishing the picture of hats pinned on his whore.
Gold overtakes sapphire.
From this intense consciousness
wood root science answers:
"Night sense be damned.
River to you in evil company,
awful trodden hours."
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I like this one. "Wood root science" is great.
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