Lo, gallant stone, I
Tell a gal to sin on
A goon’s ill talent.
A gent, lain lost. Lo!
An agent ill, loots.
Alone, stalling to
Listen. Go on, a tall,
Tall elation song.
O! An angel’s ill tot,
No legs; all on a tit.
No little gals on a
Tangelo stallion.
All gents toil on a
Gale lost, lain not
Slain, not legal to
Tell it on a slogan.
On a little slogan,
I lost all on a gent,
Into legal talons
Not on a legal list.
In all, get lost on a
Tangelo stallion
To let all sing on a
Long-last elation.
I stall on tangelo
Tangelo stallion
Slain nag too. Tell
All—ten slain! Go to
Gloat, all in stone.
Align no stale lot.
Alone, sin got tall,
Along tall stone, I
Got all silent on a
Stone gal, ill to an
Angel, a tot son—ill!
Lo! All-stone giant
Still to no glean, a
Gallant oilstone,
All lit onstage, on
A signal to tell on.
Angel, it’s on all to
Align solo talent
Ain’t along to sell
A tall silent goon.
Alas, no telling, to
Let slang toil on a
Last legal notion—
Tell it on a slogan!
I, along tall stone,
Alone, angst I toll,
In all, get lost on a
Legal nation lost
To let all sing on a
Long-last elation.
In all, get lost on a
Tangelo stallion.
Alas, no ill gotten
Long salt elation
Lo! All nations get
A glint lost alone.
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