Tongue Twisters
Lynnwood Windchest roads lying in a row.
She peddles the tea kettle.
Rhyming limes and lemon rinds.
Slipping shale skipping stones.
Silent sighs sail straight past your eyes.
Specifically speaking Pacific shipping.
Ralph elf ate all by himself.
Swans see seven seagulls swimming swiftly.
She throws, he rows.
Pathetic personal problems persist perfectly.
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