They trhine2 strand us back in a stone age -
The flow's strickt tho, nomenclad pronase.
Row over seas lykai mosaic.
Rest in peace, e'ry1 who sank it.
Qway, the Buddha teleported the Ganges
Whereafter Gotama Gate was kristna'd
Qua a glass bridge to see one through.
Today, I abstain meat; I'm on flow sage.
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