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something random
faster than the speed of sound
a whippy quicker merry go-round
oh catch me heart as I rebound
and tell him firmly he's a hound
just something random which I thought seriously did not belong in poetry
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A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.
P. G. Wodehouse, Uneasy Money
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