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SNOBBISH SNOBBISHLY SNOBBISHNESS SNOBBISM SNOBBY SNOBLING SNOBOCRACY SNO-CAT SNOD
SNOFF SNOG ... SNOW LILY SNOW LINE SNOW MIST SNOW MOUSE, SNOW MUSHROOM SNOW ORCHID

there is real. it is all real. very real. a little wriggle upon a yellow guitar made out of beeswax
I intend to eat swordfish and mushroom kebabs for tea tonight
pappymashy on a man's feet
tender, swollen areas (bumps) at the sides and back of the neck

next come the Romans
sucking up spilled custard
yet promptly refreshed the king’s tumbler
on the bench behind him but rang his bell for the peon to come
fresh from pig-eating
the habit is catching
an isloated object
dring dring dring ing ing
next come the French
les Enfants Parabola
Madame Edwarda
nasty twang ain’t kind
forsaking the work requires great strength

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