
Autos schmautos. Honks are my true bailiwick, not egg production.
Golden ovals make ideal lagniappes, but squawky songs invoke profound inspiration.
Alas, this gooser as well flies, whereas gasser necessitates polyspasts to uplift.
After flight I alight to proclaim vividly, leaving stories presentific as an everlasting ear riff. ; )
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