Accordian anchor grows a bulbous blow
My snout to the fronds of an auspicious flow
er, why make scanthills of cheap thrills
molehills out of quickpills
sheik frills make weakfills
come all ye atavistic yearning yearning yearning
olfactory building powderleg burning
burning burning.
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