Exercise 8 (12/4/00 AM)
Raise up your back like an insect on the face of the nation
He took Miss Mousie on his knee, O say
little mouse will you marry me?
Getting hair cut this morning illegally
I can’t afford it
Fourteen fifteen I depend on you and roiling unlap this morn
The mind refrigerated all night
Now to clarify the broth skim off the oil & swallow it is your oil
I must have it shorter so it grows longer in unison
A glory and stern grandeur, which men silently gazed on with wonder
and tears
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