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often various punctuation, leave their strange hats in the small humbleness of my cloak room. usually i have a small folding table in the kitchen set up for thirteen. they each sit & drink from the cuppletts of sound. their plates are heaped with the dumplings of symbols. punctuation always waits for the final image to come hot from the oven. Often the punctuation coughs & complains that the turkey is too dry.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
The Turkey Is Too Dry
often various punctuation, leave their strange hats in the small humbleness of my cloak room. usually i have a small folding table in the kitchen set up for thirteen. they each sit & drink from the cuppletts of sound. their plates are heaped with the dumplings of symbols. punctuation always waits for the final image to come hot from the oven. Often the punctuation coughs & complains that the turkey is too dry.
andrew-rymill
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
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