What wench wasted weekends with Worthians while I washed windows, watered Weeping Willows, wacked weeds, and wondered why I wasn’t widowed? Why, that whip wielding wicked worthian was once my wife.
Worldwide Worthians warily wait wondering "Which wonderful work will win?" (While well-wishing wives/workers worry "What's with worshipping Worth?")
Tons of tip-top photoshoppers chopping non-stop, fine photographers photographing a few fabulous photos and sects of vexed texters texting next to multiple multimedia makers making many marvelous masterpieces.
Amazingly adept and astonishing anonymous artists ambitiously aim at amassing admirable amounts of accolades. Alternatively, atrocious amateur artists also attempt aforesaid acts of acquiring awards of appreciation albeit awfully unlikely.
Wise worthians wait willingly while wicked worthians weasel wanton winnings
Bertha's girth's Worth's worst.
Wild wonky Worthers win wacky wagers wantonly.
Why will we worry with being the worst at Worth when we all are worthy of being worth at Worth1000?
Creative, complicated contests can certainly cause chaotic crazy choices
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Penny Packphen painted pets in a picture with Photoshop for Worth which won Penny plenty of points.