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Palm and arm with nail that pales it never fails
In between the finger index stands the ringer that's the stinger
on the rebound
Figure trigger bends will wither
Sticks with bricks perform the tricks around the lonely ground

Grammar twists the teeth licking the wreath
Spindles turn into a stammer
Hand down stand up sweat and sound
Creases count by three touch the tree increasing glee

Absorb the sound throughout the bended hand
Chord it stored it center of the door
Turn and walk and feel the chalk inside the urn

Own two: throw stone break bone picture drew
Grasp the wasp challenge the stick of chops
10 times 2 to enjoy the universal brew