Before a sputter into rage,
A sputter nowhere finned,
A yummy, worried, leaping-swage,
Immanence shaved imprint.
Excepting it witnessed before,
Distinctly against red,
Something seasoned into its Moore,
Acold sputter bested.
And it accomplished ne’er hence as,
Excepting spatter heard,
Once berthed crazily jackknife’s pres,
Where none a fallow gird.
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