I STOLE MY LOVE A DIAMOND
Like the old boat, that original head of lettuce
that sank - painful thing - my titular boss of the
castle keep is leaving. I shan't be at home without.
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Here is the chumfest we shall dine at. Charcoal-broiled
freeze-outs and the ghost of Mrs. Muir shall all be there
for sure. Raise high the roofbeams, carpenter.
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I'm going plural now.
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