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LOVAGE

The pace
Or microphone
Was drifting
Timelike
Arrest from the chaining blare
And so we started
The crying sound

The sparkplug beset a widower spiced
With chervil
White transport
Left out the music bacterium

I crushed a day in the ammonia
To tap on the math book

My feelings varnished
Sighing
And every writer panics
That there are worlds

To work bard wacks from
Yonder placebo of cattle
A corrugated dreadnought
Goes far into the tubing
As a penalty for loving
The much larger pacecar

Something will come free
Me from these things
And their Pachelbel
And it will be
Harmolodic quilt
The ferret
Oat

Go hope
For meat

Please quasar psychic band
To establish that with a sufficiency