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Word Play I

Wagging tails of cats grown in marshes or books on mans' best friend of a dog day of barking up the wrong tree ... semantically. Swinging tales of jazz blowing in lounges or the cheeks of diz and a day of jamming up the scene ... poetically. Shooting trails of men going into deserts televised like a hurricane howling on the day of the dead ... murderously. Wagging, swinging, shooting, twisting, sliding down Alices' well into a word pile a word play ground of merry.

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