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To lash taped art, I trade paths a lot.

To lash tribes, reverse births a lot.

To lasses so pitiable, do men I fine model bait I possess a lot?

“To lasso ballet’s rot, I deliver evil”, editors tell a boss a lot.

To lasso bees, I see Boss a lot.

To lasso Tim, I toss a lot.

To lasso, torero, toss a lot.

To last, cadet overseer Fifi frees revoted acts a lot.

To last, I blare feral bits a lot.

To last, I bow two bits a lot.

To last, I fret sinister fits a lot.

To last, I milk limits a lot.

To last, I rip spirits a lot.

To last, I use suits a lot.

To last, I weld idle wits a lot.

To last, I wondered, “Now, it’s a lot.

To last, I woo wits a lot.

To last, I bag igloo-fool gigabits—a lot!

To last, I denote virility ’til I rivet on edits a lot.

To last in K-Mart, Stram knits a lot.

To last, RAF, emit noontime farts a lot.

To last, Rebecca, cc Eberts a lot.

“To last, Socrates, use tar (costs a lot).”

To last so, Claire, abuse on a canoe—subaerial—costs a lot.

To last so, credible bona fides used if a Nobel bid, er, costs a lot.

To last, we net effete newts a lot.

To lay a plan, I’m on nominal pay a lot.

To lay a sign, I sit in a sewer, “Are we sanitising?” I say a lot.

“To lay as Nemo—when I am Ed, Reg, Elton, Sid or Rod—is not legerdemain, eh?” women say a lot.

“To lay aside little cares, I ran on a riser a Celt tiled,” I say a lot.