i changed the assignment a bit, trying to get it right!
St. Stephen, on all saints day evening, stay hawking broads in sterling, till they screaming. Stupidity left me stuck on Hawk street steamin, stranded and eatin hamhocks and steaks, still scheming.
Stoic stereotype refused talks to stay stagnant, stoked cuz Hulk Hogan struck out at the pageant. Shotgunned a schlitz then stumbled straight to the station,
Stellar stalks of celery stealthily starved the statesmen.
Stephen H. Awkward straight stalking Tony Hawk birds, stoned I stock words, like Tone Stark a talk-er. Still a show stopper, stow hawks for doctors, stole a stalled stockcar, stashed it in the stockyard.
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