Never
Had a thought
That
A bib
Would be
A drive
And
A habit
While being served
Gravel
And mash
A tumbler
Full of spite
With a wardrobe
Behind you
The door
I spy
Ajar
Message on arrows
Fly
From
A window
As you stab
Again
The grizzle
From the left
Fork
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