Speak, spokes: to me, of smoke.
Crescent wrenched: for which to choke.
Spare, speeds: two mes, to gloat.
Credible winch: four sins, two coats.
Hub to Hubbards!
Gear to Garhards!
I've smelled more coherency in cuisinarts
But that's art, farts, wheeling throughout.
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