[A poem in the classical form, to be read aloud before the vast assembly.] And so I shut the shutters for they shuddered in the weather and it bothered me a little. But I wondered why they shuddered as I stuttered and I muttered that the wind must be the matter, oh, it must be […]
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Sometimes when I have trouble sleeping, I start counting my thumbs . . .
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