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find the citrus!
fund the circus!
fan the cyclist!
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the schmaltzy gazebo caught on fire which upset tina. she was a promoter of autographing dachshunds who was later ousted by a lad-in-belvedere showing shar-peis with sharpies. love-15 tina! in another dimension, old pants mccants, a defeated seamster, had a hankering for adventure, sat in a bear trap and spilled his lemonade in his crotch which was ragged and splotchy and now blotchy and tart. the bear trap had 14 christmas songs prerecorded to lure reindeers. the rusty contraption personified its own preference for egyptian techno but the designer, who was into triathlon, spelling bees and subterfuging the hot niches of doinky the strap-on polar bear, said no.
coenzymes are hat friendly. never throw applesauce at a judge.
a man who tied a door to his back for exercise, afterwards ate a lime sandwich which he made with love. he was with vitamin c all the time. looking at his watch, i disco heartbombed like a rat. the clock was ticking. it got a little sideways when the helicopter ran across the bottom of the ocean. there, we embraced the contents of a treasure chest left on a boat which was sunk by a pirate named lucy who loved puppies and hated everything else. there was not a single puppy skeleton in the treasure chest nor anywhere near the boat. nobody ate cake the day the boat sunk. you need eggs to make a cake on a boat and there were no chickens or eggs, only oranges and bored cannonballs of futility, which were very heavy, so heavy that the elderly people on board couldn't arm the cannons, which is why the boat sunk. oddly it was a cruise ship. tom cruise was the captain and everyone was lazy therefore they died. lucy the pirate made sure of that.
grapefruit, kumquat, mandarin, tangerine, shaddock.
ethrog, calamondin, minneola tangelo, fingered citron buddha's hand.
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