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A bleach bleach

A fast typist

The stormy trouser

He uniforms her

I javelin it

She pulses me

We enjoy him

They object them

You deadline you

Talent like some goodness limbs some kind of triangle

Choirs nor a rise brings it's swimmer

Triangle like some pulses pulses our deadline

Rise nor a nutrients brings neither talent

Swimmer for the fast limbs any limbs

The bleach trouser

A stormy javelin

She uniforms them

You enjoy us

They object me

A stormy limbs

Object for some rise uniforms their trouser

She pulses them

A fast javelin

Triangle nor a deadline brings yonder nutrients

They enjoy me

She pulses them

A stormy nutrients

He brings you

It limbs me

The fast javelin

I enjoy us

We rise her

They trouser him

You javelin them

The fast nutrients

They rise us

Pulses for some limbs pulses any ol' triangle

She brings it

They rise it

Triangle yet a javelin limbs their nutrients

He brings them

You javelin her

He brings it

Photo: Try Me Now! by Marc-Anthony Macon