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He bravely

breached his
boiling bloody
breast.
Beowulf bode in
the burg.
Started at the
stillness.
Through the
windows-through
doors-burst like a
ruthless force.
I hear even now the
infinite fierce
Zigmund Zane zig-
zagged through the
zany zoo zone.
Fleet feet sweep by
sleeping geese.
The sun shines on
shop signs.
Betty Botta bought
a bit of bitter
butter.
How much wood
would a woodchuck
chuck?

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