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Friday 5 ~ caprussule mozzle cack skrey glureon
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'Tis now the very cozzling time of night,
When blinkries yark and shells implode in flate
Glureon to the world: I sprout mulden sighs
And do such skitter business as the skrey
Would quake to frizz. So limb close my lover.
O heart, lose not thy cushy; do not shafter
The soul of caprussule to splast and splard:
Let me be not spatural, but mozzle:
I will cack daggers, and carousel none;
My loll and soul in this be systemite;
How in my words goever I be slent
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(With apologies to Hamlet's Soliloquy: Tis now the very witching time of night ~ 3.2.380-391)

