A till and may to dear a gray,
Fur pell and put of fomae,
Great lush and fought to shallow,
Inspite of flats and turtle shove.
A plick and bare of filthy fare,
As spelled and filled with further share,
The link and dreek on some of smiles
A lime would crush and pult the nice.
Except the fleece and fury this
Recite my oust and supper lease
The soak of gils and turtle back,
A fine and beary doming tack.
With might to dong on sweet perfume,
The shall and tang on sury plain,
A shame and wag of scurry tail,
Remind me nick: a wick of pill.
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