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They tell me that euphoria is the… well, today I feel euphorian, Today I have the agility of a Gre… Victorian. Yes, today I may even go forth wi…
The firefly’s flame Is something for which science has… I can think of nothing eerier Than flying around with an unident… person’s posteerier.
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two… Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa… For a business trip on the boundin… And to prove to the people, by act…
Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond
Your hopeless patients will live, Your healthy patients will die. I have only this word to give: Wonder, and find out why
So Thomas Edison Never drank his medicine; So Blackstone and Hoyle Refused cod-liver oil; So Sir Thomas Malory
Nothing makes me sicker than liquor and candy is too expandy
Sure, deck your limbs in pants; Yours are the limbs, my sweeting. You look divine as you advance— Have you seen yourself retreating?
When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn; So many I loved were not yet dead… So many I love were not yet born.
Candy is dandy But liquor is quicker
There is a knocking in the skull, An endless silent shout Of something beating on a wall, And crying, “Let me out!” That solitary prisoner
Enter, breath; Breath, slip out; Blood, be channeled, And wind about. O, blessed breath and blood which…
A bit of talcum Is always walcum.
He who is ridden by a conscience Worries about a lot of nonscience; He without benefit of scruples His fun and income soon quadruples…
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone… Enter a child and an ice-cream con… A parent is easily beguiled By sight of this coniferous child. The friendly embers warmer gleam,
