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RECORD: 2 + 2 = 5 FROGMAN: RaiDIhO HEAD ***** Wonka: ... There's no Hearthly way of knowing                          Which way they are growing.                          There's no knowing where they're toe-ing. Mr. Salt: [weakly echoing] Toe-ing... ***** Wonka: Or which way thought streams'a'flowin.                           Is it braining, is it storming?                           Is a braining-storm a'blowin'? [sharp rasp] ***** Wonka: Not a speck of light is showing                                                 So the anger must be growing                                                 Are the fires of passion a'glowing?                                                 Is the grimsly leader mowing?                                                 Yes! The anger must be growing                                                 'Cause the toe-ers keep on throwing [practically stcreaming] ***** Wonka: And they're certainly not showing                                                                     Any sign that they are slowing! [lets out a high-pitched, almost unHearthly stcream] Dr. Frodrick Fronkensteen: Throw!... the Hearth Switch! eyeGore: [shocked] Not the Hearth Switch! And, while sparks flew across the slab, The Number 5, with lies and tame, Came whiffling through the Tulgey Lab, And burbled as it came!" -- Lewis Carroll Suzy's: It halted,             and it gurgled The QCuloween's Trademark Seal, "I'm just Around 5 foot 9, and weigh a buck ninety-fine!" STOP: TURN THOUGHT
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
The Letter-Ing: raidho
RECORD: 2 + 2 = 5 FROGMAN: RaiDIhO HEAD ***** Wonka: ... There's no Hearthly way of knowing                          Which way they are growing.                          There's no knowing where they're toe-ing. Mr. Salt: [weakly echoing] Toe-ing... ***** Wonka: Or which way thought streams'a'flowin.                           Is it braining, is it storming?                           Is a braining-storm a'blowin'? [sharp rasp] ***** Wonka: Not a speck of light is showing                                                 So the anger must be growing                                                 Are the fires of passion a'glowing?                                                 Is the grimsly leader mowing?                                                 Yes! The anger must be growing                                                 'Cause the toe-ers keep on throwing [practically stcreaming] ***** Wonka: And they're certainly not showing                                                                     Any sign that they are slowing! [lets out a high-pitched, almost unHearthly stcream] Dr. Frodrick Fronkensteen: Throw!... the Hearth Switch! eyeGore: [shocked] Not the Hearth Switch! And, while sparks flew across the slab, The Number 5, with lies and tame, Came whiffling through the Tulgey Lab, And burbled as it came!" -- Lewis Carroll Suzy's: It halted,             and it gurgled The QCuloween's Trademark Seal, "I'm just Around 5 foot 9, and weigh a buck ninety-fine!" STOP: TURN THOUGHT
The Letter-Ing: raidho ninth or last in a series of poems made of quotes one part to a whole its sum has yet to be totaled may be more than its parts subject to change
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
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