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Ritzy Zyzz gazes a dozen zesty zebras grazing.
Their eyes glaze to the mezzo of the wind.
The zoned razor zings across the gizmo.
The fizzy bubbles froze and fazed its craze.
The azure enzyme brazenly sizes the reaction.
seize your vizor and sate your zeal, great czar.
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