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Speak up more, not less, using your own ideo-vocalized mess.
Soliloquy — in front of yourself and everyone else-a-melse.
You and I can flip-flop nonstop lolly pop but that gets trite fast and then we just so need to speak our favor-ite verbo-bite.
Bebop, hiphop, tipitity-top, slop-a-pop.
Ski-ba-bop-ba-bop-voc; do that thang nonstop.
We have been flattened by the road-grade blade of the prepaid lexicographers.
We have been run over by the top-botched, pop-a-voc.
We have suffered weak-a-squeak.
We have sold out for safety and we have shut up way too much because we thought we were stuck-a-muck with duck and cluck.
Nope! Fess; you’ve got that vocable mess!
Unperson; you’ll worsen, but word-dive and jivity jive and you’ll revive.
Sync with your blink.
Que with your you and do-ba-de-do
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