Gangster's molls
Children's dolls
Davy Crockett's hat
Hefty Trolls
Dead sea scrolls
Tyres that are Flat
Distant drums
Vacant mums
Conscientious friends
Songs you hum
Hymns you've sung
Journey's with no ends
Rhymes galore
Words are flawed
Nonsense make a ditty
Large Bookstores
Look tired and bored
That really is a pity
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