when I was a young girl, I met a very, very old man with a beard of colors named Art. he held out his hand wrinkled, shaking, and just barely grasping a brush "hold on to this for me, my dear" and…
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In a faraway land, in a faraway place, lives a strange sort of creature with a strange sort of face. He lives all alone but he's not lonely, you see, this creature's my friend & best friends are we. We untalk without…
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Script so far: (narrated by my dog, Kody) On September 4, 1985 2:42a.m. and 53 seconds a yellow beast of the cat species, whose purrs are the same frequency as a diesel engine (26ps), mewed in the alley of Park Avenue, Minneapolis.…
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