THE REGULATORY COMMISSION
KNOWS YOUR NAME
There's no feeling to mowing the lawn;
like a spit of spinach dribbling down
the chin, it's all just a mess. No one
would know the difference between
voice and choice anyway, so why let
them speak? The Norfolk Street people
have had to close down their place of
worship because, they say, 'no one comes
out anymore; they just sit in and watch
Sunday games.' Maybe that's true,
though he couldn't names.
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'I've never worn a cape, and wouldn't.
My friends, I'm generally a very poor
man, and your kindness is appreciated,
yes - though I do not like soup. However,
hunger does funny things to a man's mind.
I'll sit here then, OK; please pass me the
ladle.'
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