in this finer fettle
fortunate
laps sang
freelish
canticles
unleashed, de-coffered...
well, sprung
like boondoggles
in the manger....
hey, soos...was that ewer
pedal tone?
chrys, Alice threw it a bone...
hangdog
caught
on
a frimble
fleetingly familial
phonemes
grungled
fructacious sonoramas
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