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incoherent garblings of a raving lunatic
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my green horse is lighting the spoon as we speak!!!!!
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this is a story of a man named jack. Jack woke up one morning and saw that a bomb fell and killed everybody but him. So then, he stole all the ice cream and promptly suffered a massive emblism. THE END KIDS! LOCK YOUR PARENTS IN THE FREEZER AND GIVE ME YOUR MILK MONEY!!!!
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So are you frightened by my sense of self-preservation?
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'Twas late upon a midnight query,
as I wandered weak and weary,
over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
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!7! no need to stop , use it loud and proud!
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im tired off these mousepads pushin us around
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