A collection of my gobbledegook poems :) Have fun :)
Isa arched an equal chon, Its chon as won as North, Since unctuously this Isa marched, The chon fathered thenceforth.
It ignored her mid hen more house, It canned amongst the ban, It had the pullet grate and ashes, To use a chon round can.
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