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Little thinks, discipline ignoring, thinking, who would know. A line in thinking, a thread of thought who would know. A stitch, to catch a run, never saw it coming, who would know. Who are people, too. You have imagined them. Who knows what every body thought, such as you, fed Ted Geisel, who knew. Who would know, if you told them. I said, I sent you.
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Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 6:51 PM UTC
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Little thinks, discipline ignoring, thinking, who would know. A line in thinking, a thread of thought who would know. A stitch, to catch a run, never saw it coming, who would know. Who are people, too. You have imagined them. Who knows what every body thought, such as you, fed Ted Geisel, who knew. Who would know, if you told them. I said, I sent you.
I got The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins, for Christmas, and read it interactively live... and learned a lot.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 6:51 PM UTC
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