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I am a field mouse
In a grassbole crouching
But i can hear come
Whicket and swish
The clocklike blade of the cradle.
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The other day a fat redneck told me about
>that guy's ears are so big i bet he can here a mouse pisding in cotton
We are all poets tbqhf
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>>25212915
Fuck i fucked it up
HE SAID I BET THAT GUY CAN HERE A MOUSE PISSING ON COTTON
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>>25212918
Illiterate
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>>25212939
Lol i think you mean unliterate
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>>25212918
I know what you meant, anon, but pisding sounded funnier desu
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>>25212915
Know any southern colloquialisms about having a big schnoz? My mother in law has a big schnoz and I'd like to causally dab on her at some point in the future
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By this clangorous fanfare dull shapes with sidling eyes and pale green teeth congealed with menace out of the dark of the hemisphere. A curtain fell, unspooling in a shock of dusk and beetlehusks and dried mousedirt. Amorphous clots of fear that took the forms of nightshades, hags or dwarfs or seatrolls green and steaming that skulked down out of the coils of his poisoned brain with black candles and slow chant. He smiled to see these familiars. Not dread but only homologues of dread. They bore a dead child in a glass bier. Sinister abscission, did I see with my seed eyes his thin blue shape lifeless in the world before me? Who comes in dreams, mansized at times and how so? Do shades nurture? As I have seen my image twinned and blown in the smoked glass of a blind man's spectacles I am, I am.

Trades commenced in the hot summer dawn. He rolled his swollen head, drew up his knees. A breeze stirred a child's sedge house nearby.

I am a mouse in a grassbole crouching. But I can hear come whicket and swish the clocklike blade of the cradle
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>>25212910
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murdering pattle!

I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion
An’ fellow-mortal!

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