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“There are no onions” exclaimed the chef “we must use deck quoits”.
Stealthily, Leonora edged towards the mushroom.
“How does ‘Quibble, bibble, curd and tribble’ sound?” asked Shakespeare
“Move those eggs to the left” insisted the chartered surveyor
“Application is the only way” insisted the pharmacist
The Cormorant Carefully Carried the Caraway Seeds
Rumba, Ragtime and Reinsurance
“Pak choi? I’ll give you Pak Choi” yelled the irascible greengrocer
Hark to the soft thrumming of the aardvark
Elephants seldom fit in envelopes
The Mezzo fell from the mezzanine into the mezze
The trolleybus vibrated with unfettered anticipation
Садовник потянулся за лопаткой сделанной из сыра
Somebody gilded all the Pulses in Tashkent
The Camel excelled at water polo
“Bring me my sauciest wallaby” demanded the Lord High Vizier
The Pifflehound was in a state of high alert.
The tardy bloggist limped through the gloom
“Pass the Dutchie” said the Home Secretary
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