Chip Welker again with their Bright Phoebus lead blasted off into space Hip belts emerged again (so swift), in gear with light their speed's trust did flee, so savage-unstopped was their pinned-through grace Innings of the speedy question's auto took the redeemed wheel Pinged wings of the GPS's job's flow were hooked, the screen appealed Whimmed things of the leading section's odd flow cooked, the zeen was real - Avalon Dakota - 7-31-26 - 8:46 PM - CHIP W (B)

Conquering the park's trees again went the two friends, under their two racecar's merit their tonned mirth held the pace with bars, they had spirit Honkering with smart speed again went their loose wends, their lunger's gear flew with wabe smart peered width, revered by the sun's 1st was their belts from space (so swift and far), they had shared bliss Inside of the atmosphere again was how the world's tallest tree looked up to the two friends again Pinned tides of their blast