Powers are de facto to matter that can.
Matters are mates to men that able.
Down to drafts are sorrows to man.
Sotto voce meet your rates.
Sotto voce meet your pitch.
Yes to man is real one.
Dense to guts are blow on winds.
Go on swim when sinking is stop.
Bottom piles aren’t stocks on piles.
Made on carries borrow ends.
Outer powers need no inner.
Reds as Rome have boards in pegs.
Know your rights as errors aren’t free.
Smug and fawn are covered arms.
Say to Gods your uncle teeth.
Say to uncle your Dutch ways.
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