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in the end, are merrily Engaelish exsprechens with a torch of oddy-odd odder tuncs drone in. Nothing is as is seams. Nothing is as is, is as is, is as is.
I whereby annoints myserf flee!
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I'm a'freed.
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The scarry spies
that guy our corset see,
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but well they an't, sir? We
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hair whip us, gut,
in Dis our turn of knead,
and pole oar shut
debt's dower. We would breed
easier, why's-
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those knowsy ayes,
doze heavenish, heavy size.
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creasing the greet whater, definning our porpoises and spanning our whales, emmowing on lawned and in airor too, we arriveast at a new time, new superstation, neverthemore same ol' say mole, and...
We Fauned Oursylph
We fauned oursylph as in a dirk phosforest
Hoos innerd glowm deletes the raptor'd I.
The canopeas so greenly breautify
In harmmany with a grassive mown of chorus'd
Vices, neither apic nor past oral.
They thrawl us with cowedbursts of wordland patter,
The unextinglished Would and noumenclatter,
Momentous mimes of timelines immemoral.
Butstill Ourstory mustnot stophere atonce.
The darknest is athome within usall
And someone robspierre toupee appall.
So couplesmate eachother backs-to-fronts,
So Lug will conger all that anygun can,
And mereriches remines the goald of ma'm and woe man.
Rich Oilman, Mart 1990
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