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Apology

the limericks can’t be eschewed my muse seems excessive imbued they seep through the pores they flood out in scores seek nuance to coyly allude It’s not just a trek through lewd grit perfection is sought for, to whit there’s meter to wrangle inference to dangle infinitives to boldly split

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