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Wayell ga-a-a-aleee! 'Seemz like you fellerz'izz missin'a whole point'a whut'z goin' on here'boutz.
A Po'z straphe'z obviously one'a them opera ditties (Not ta be confused with one'z diddy, who, a'course, izz part'a the matched set'a momma'n diddy.) handed down from that nice feller whut gave us that "Nevermore" limerick.
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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