I said to my little monkey.

Fires singe flighty moral wins that sea-quake D.C. bordello twinges
Jail singes trite coral stints to swell semi-flimsy poor-house twinges
God is in the details, or the devil's in the details. 5 of 1 shall gain 6
of the other. I'm right-handed in 7 matters. I'll not sell you to Arabs.