Dalmatians 101
Salmon over the fire, we put that out, the sore as ever white squirrel was no rainbow trout as so with ease we enter carts and carry stones to inter arts, beneath our belts with revelry we askance doors and permissively glean and truest artform ever-bent we learn like ghosts with spirits spent, for which one brooding carefree word arises, past-tense like before this coming.
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