There's a lighthouse with little details hops along is the ship that ignobly sails, flickering shine denounces facedly frail twisted holding the little mouse's tail.
Strong is the hail that smashes this snail A burst of bubbles & a blurred blue whale, decrypted now the box of posted mail Buried rhyming aches the sailing slow. How weeds never do struggle to grow...
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