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Vogon Poetry App The vows shall go like focused individuals, For in my banjos I shout at The “GOOGLY of SOUL”, And the soft failing as an athlete of the tarsier.
Vogon Poetry App As rigid art thou, my alarming cleverness So fat in adventure am I: And I will deceive thee deservedly, my sportsmanship Till all the FLUIDS predict fat:
