Cork Soaks

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as the trouble of the count is on the duke in knots of soot it is the Chimney raise,

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beach to Palm the ray to say that Octopus are on the gave in Inking Perseus graeae!!

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slink to slip the error of Pause in talent of the delve to brave a steadily go slope,

underwater Sea that channel of the grit tells Creed of born to be not drawn to log,

the Snore of sleepers range the base tripping Decks on cruise the fates by destiny.

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Heroes mostly dye away the Cloak of mask in County fade for cover on the lift,

plywood glued will need a coat of the lacquer from the soak as boats are Cedars teak,

these young details to closet frost it remains the spring of slight for the moving clues,

bile water as the sill running Cotton in the head of stick the random Scot.

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chained to hasp the plunger stop Up & Up the credit bytes to tenure of the beef leads,

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looped to sound the Centuries shroud 'Bee Wares' on the cellular stair inks Hell to sing that Flat!!

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