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HITHERING AND TITHERING WATERS OF.. Ahhh sure she's my own little Finnegans Wake. For my little skeowsha language is lava the mind is molten forever flowing. She catches tones and hones in on the last word. "pleaseyawannanicecupof...TEA?" She knows how to stick question marks on the end of things like: "...sweets?" The thunder scares her on Thursday & becomes Thundersday. The flies bother her on Friday... becomes Flieday. Not realiasing  she is quoting Mr, Joyce following in his WAKE. Or she makes up her own "ONESDAY...TWOSDAY WEDDINGSDAY...FATTERDAY SOMEDAY!" She my little trinketoes my dear ***** Dumpling. I read her to sleep. Not a peep when Anna Livia Plurabelle... tells her tale. Beside the tickling waters of. Beside the chuckling waters of. Beside the laughing waters of. She loves the music of it all. "Again!" she agains it! " Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Night now. Tell me, tell me, tell  me elm. Night night! Tellmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of. Hithering tithering waters of. Night."
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
HITHERING AND TITHERING WATERS OF..
HITHERING AND TITHERING WATERS OF.. Ahhh sure she's my own little Finnegans Wake. For my little skeowsha language is lava the mind is molten forever flowing. She catches tones and hones in on the last word. "pleaseyawannanicecupof...TEA?" She knows how to stick question marks on the end of things like: "...sweets?" The thunder scares her on Thursday & becomes Thundersday. The flies bother her on Friday... becomes Flieday. Not realiasing  she is quoting Mr, Joyce following in his WAKE. Or she makes up her own "ONESDAY...TWOSDAY WEDDINGSDAY...FATTERDAY SOMEDAY!" She my little trinketoes my dear ***** Dumpling. I read her to sleep. Not a peep when Anna Livia Plurabelle... tells her tale. Beside the tickling waters of. Beside the chuckling waters of. Beside the laughing waters of. She loves the music of it all. "Again!" she agains it! " Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Night now. Tell me, tell me, tell  me elm. Night night! Tellmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of. Hithering tithering waters of. Night."
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
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