Navel-grazing Stevie Wonders of the World, unite and sprung forth from previously recorded media whilst found and unbound sounds abound…round…wound?

I wounded not clock (nor sock), swore nought ‘pon my flock. (I do not make it; I only break it.)

Made-up words ne’er spoke by magnets nor string.

“Theosaur butt view,” my flavor ice sings.

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