I sniffed my laundry and all the lavalamp smoke spider-plant;
I twirled my ciders and all is smacked again.
(I pinched I picked you up inside my mirror.)
The yin-yang tapestry go pacing out in Sexy and Sweaty,
And Sinful finger plants in:
I kissed my game and all the gravel runs wind-chime.
I sneezed that you squeezed me into gourd
And squished me
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