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lost and found at tiny thing
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a history of giving bundles
We are able to notice that each one in a way carried a bundle, they were not a trouble to them nor were they all bundles as some of them were chickens some of them pheasants some of them sheep and some of them bundles, they were not a trouble to them and then indeed we learned that it was the principal recreation and they were so arranged that they were not given away, and to-day they were given away.
I will not look at them again.
They will not look for them again.
They have not seen them here again.
They are in there and we hear them again.
In which ways are stars brighter than they are. When we have come to this decision. We mention many thousands of buds. And when I close my eyes I see them.
If you hear her snore.
It is not before you love her
You love her so that to be her beau is very lovely
She is sweetly there and her curly hair is very lovely
She is sweetly here and I am very near and that is very lovely.
She is my tender sweet and her little feet are stretched out well which is a treat and very lovely.
Her little tender nose is between her little eyes which close and are very lovely.
She is very lovely and mine which is very lovely.
gertrude stein reads this too from ubuweb:sound
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