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Beware of Poets Bearing Hypotheses I cannot know As if one or any million, for that matter, of us poor mortals, could
ever take
or is it find? would that make any more sense? time to explicate or exculpate the sins by which this and that
(tweedledum, etc) maniacal verse monger has taxed the patient working woman and man in their rotten wards with words out of joint or worse the earnest swain beyond hope his pipe in theory breaking wind but wonder (can only, that) that such bags of blood and guts as we our own lives having been such must admit impedimenta in proceso are, propound so much as if it (what’s that?) mattered Michael
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