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The Quangle Wangle's HatOn the top of the Crumpetty Tree / The Quangle Wangle sat, / But his face you could not see,

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H & Ouija (qui oui wee quee)*and oddly enough, H is the only letter in the alphabet that can accommodate vowels the easiest, and subsequently laughter. well m can too, but it's more of a jolly hmm in between sudden outbursts of h and co.* / and on Sunday i get to read / about a prince moaning

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Ill Fated November Morning."It's ****** depressing, when you think about it." / I looked up from my cigarette, which I had been admiring soberly in the dark moonlight. / "When you think about what?"

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Bolivar PondAnd dreaming of Inisfáil, I was raised on Bolivar Pond. / Sheltered in my wake, I’d coo as the dewy’d morning dove / And fern in my bed, I rose to greet

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Bolivar PondAnd dreaming of Inisfáil, I was raised on Bolivar Pond. / Sheltered in my wake, I’d coo as the dewy’d morning dove / And fern in my bed, I rose to greet

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Bolivar PondAnd dreaming of Inisfáil, I was raised on Bolivar Pond. / Sheltered in my wake, I’d coo as the dewy’d morning dove / And fern in my bed, I rose to greet

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Bolivar PondAnd dreaming of Inisfáil, I was raised on Bolivar Pond. / Sheltered in my wake, I’d coo as the dewy’d morning dove / And fern in my bed, I rose to greet

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♪♫♛♕ тнє мαѕкє∂ вαя∂ XVII ♕♛♫♪EᔕᔕᕼI / ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ / "Oh yes! They're of the finest quality."

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Bolivar PondAnd dreaming of Inisfáil, I was raised on Bolivar Pond. / Sheltered in my wake, I’d coo as the dewy’d morning dove / And fern in my bed, I rose to greet

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River Deep Mountain HighWhere do I begin!? / Bohemian Rhapsody / Yellow Brick Road

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Bolivar PondAnd dreaming of Inisfáil, I was raised on Bolivar Pond. / Sheltered in my wake, I’d coo as the dewy’d morning dove / And fern in my bed, I rose to greet

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CrumbleSo let's write ourselves a silly lillo quee / cheer ourselves up and forget all our troubles before we go off / to our shelters of grand construction.

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Bolivar PondAnd dreaming of Inisfáil, I was raised on Bolivar Pond. / Sheltered in my wake, I’d coo as the dewy’d morning dove / And fern in my bed, I rose to greet

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Bolivar PondAnd dreaming of Inisfáil, I was raised on Bolivar Pond. / Sheltered in my wake, I’d coo as the dewy’d morning dove / And fern in my bed, I rose to greet

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The Quee(R) and The (Z)ackYou paint the room blue / LOVE’Z interiors are colored Red ash / You see faces and flower-Z

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