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WE HAVE NO DARE COMPATIBLE WITH OUR GLASSES

It is cretinous
This having a writer in the family
And being a bong
That surfaces in its market spice

Parapluie mentation and what
I once found blotted me

I once found blotted me
Blank blotted bottled
Lob a tot
To a blotto Ed

Ed was once blank
To a blotto Ed
And what I once found
Was blotted me