A loud cow, a lowly blow, she lows, she knows what into her stomachs go.
A sombre sonata, dove named Renata, driven away by lout in a Mazda Miata.
A Celtic shrew, witches' brew, believes in the Ark and two by twos.
A proud man, totally tan, trips, unplanned banana peel rips dignity from his twisted hips.
A festering welt, karate belt, repeating dropkicks until after the April melt.
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