A drop in the bucket is a universe to a tongue.

Just a drop is still some slop.

Let go of what has already dropped.

Drop the fop; chuck the cluck.  

Gloom droops; cheer holds. 

Drop, mop and boppity-bop. 

“Doo-wop” and drop what’s not your lot.

End it with one chop;  pop, lop and drop.

A tear drop, a flood of emotion.

If you drop dead then pop back. 

Getting to race is an honor; getting dropped is a privilege. 

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