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... under tick - infested ferns to my lounge in the shattered sun by the sweet gum seeds lazily to watch the tigered worm meticulously pare fatted green leaves until , fatted , he vanished in a silent flurry of whirring ochre .
... under tick - infested ferns to my lounge in the shattered sun by the sweet gum seeds lazily to watch the tigered worm meticulously pare fatted green leaves until , fatted , he vanished in a silent flurry of whirring ochre .
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Watch your own feet : forget about the pot . Cooking is shortening ; and as the plot Of ground contracts that measuring feet would bare , Fried shoes get crisper ; as the oil gets hot , The promised plenty slowly shrinks to what You'd ...
Watch your own feet : forget about the pot . Cooking is shortening ; and as the plot Of ground contracts that measuring feet would bare , Fried shoes get crisper ; as the oil gets hot , The promised plenty slowly shrinks to what You'd ...
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Watch your own feet . Forget about the pot That frizzles greedily enough , but not Committedly enough to really care . Fried shoes get crisper as the oil gets hot . Watch your own feet . Forget about the pot . John Hollander TO KNOW HOW ...
Watch your own feet . Forget about the pot That frizzles greedily enough , but not Committedly enough to really care . Fried shoes get crisper as the oil gets hot . Watch your own feet . Forget about the pot . John Hollander TO KNOW HOW ...
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