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Am I Still?

Writer's picture: Leah Scott-KirbyLeah Scott-Kirby

Wily worries were once worn on the wool winter-coats of wanton western women.

All along the Arlington arena, acrobats aviated eagerly to attain an elegance apt for able apex.

Surely someone saw the sick, startled sons of such spiteful, sorry strumpets.


Igloos intake insignificant ice in illustration alongside individuals so indecent and invalid.


Do drunkards dismiss dear drinks dat drool drink down drains?

Right rectangles remember wreckage rendering rooms and rookies responsible.

Eagerly elicit and explicit and ear aches earnestly

All this asinine alliteration is aiding away from a 

Migraine

In

Near

Grounds.

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