To evaporate is to cooperate,
Then operate on oranges far too little,
Juice has a car in the engine,
Decelerating is the hobby and endeavour,
Commiserations to the losers of fun.
Accents of the regard are opposite us
Just in the way,
Often a muffin is split with hyphens
Which knowledge has endowed.
My orphan is again in prizes,
He softens the gun to shoot.
Let the stiff ache be again,
Drunk like a tank of water.
Those blank weapons sink into muffins,
A bank of talking tails is afoot.
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