These are not aligned very carefully
The stones are askew
Para café introductory
Side walkers are true
Farcical distance
Uncarried light
Speeding the wrist dance
Pilloried smite
When were these smashed
Into their shapes?
I’d guess but I won’t
Masking, and tapes
Painters are panting
Accented to wood
Chop down these trees
These rocks are quite good
Mine is a mine
An exercise bleak
Taking out ground
Unethical streak
But false are the equiv’s
Endodontic knife edge
My roots on canal
Pedantic myth ledge
I can’t see where to stand
It’s all shaking now
Quivers can rest though
In a basket, eponymously proud
Roman Ryan 