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From a desk of leaves,
“Pablo egglaze” if I said right, but if say, no way sure who say and who “doesay” (again: part of my spinach if is wrong).
On my eightieth ear and now I need to feel up a foreign just a checkbook? Me thaw this america, where a ma’am (and her boil) can go to the carl catalog and find a carl, or even lie in on fiction and look up at the mildew.
Day go, I try a book room for me Frans of the Blueberry club and you no who there? A wavygravy, and is elbowhelper! They wear any soccer shoe? No way, san jose.
Out on the parquet lot I a see a chunder (from a town under) chug a rug up to a mug and e pour it out on hisself. Then they hear three cheer for a japan fellow! I never saw such turkey for.
What happen to us yard-workin folk who go to the libarry to eat the water fountain?
You Lucilles see a problem, child, and these times no have not a John Rivers to fish you out a this soup.
A wait your,
Mr. Evan Leaf