Meek upon the distance,
To share the dwell I reckon,
Tick a not to riddance,
The shall I take to undone,
Paste a long word upon,
But sell the tap of finder,
Dashly would it tampon,
A long I take to rather,
Fight for everybody,
A sought I cause to aspire,
Will I brag to naughty,
A fine I bid to retire,
Tell them: 'I am sorry',
The talk of once I welcome,
Find the sincere oughty,
Too tall that I am become,
Plain and very stood,
I once remind a filthy,
Stake to land and would,
The same as very calmly.
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