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the kiss of the fish
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don't call me good
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the archangel did welcome me
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the third bird was lost on last page
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in the darkest hour a light came through
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no one spoke
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a fish made funny bubbles
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bullets left without order
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what was it?
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:-)
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:-)
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:-)
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:-)
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:-
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flower
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bird
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dog
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on top of the word [sic]
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happy as can be
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golden heart
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now
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a fish at hand keeps the desert
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the sun came out behind the ridge
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No one played the nine hole flute like Mighty Mouse
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After meeting the Wobble-Tribe adjunct professor Miller felt quite shaky and gave a woolly impression for the rest of that day.
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the head nurse gave her final instructions and the operation was about to begin
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Marvin desperately thought about how to escape that remote island, never touched by a foot of man before.
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Looking in that pack rat's pockets I knew why this night was so bleak.
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Patiently Joan had waited for the men with the torch appear, to light the fire.
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"If I jump any higher I'll breach the sky", the fish thought.
