allign’d beneath the moonshine.
Next, nothing happens
Suns sit in blue trees.
I take a step. Another.
After that, it's dark.
And all through the house
it's the night before Christmas.
So...where's Mrs. Claus…?
Adrian Boyer
and Sebastian Boyer, too:
Both boys my grandsons.
Arma virumque:
If at first you don't succeed,
let my people go!
The Russians are coming!
Frankly, my dear, I don't give!
(Russians...? Still coming!)
Be-bop-a-lu-la!
Mares eat oats and does eat oats.
She's your baby now.
To be or not to be...?
Requiescat in pace!
Midsummer Knight's Dream.
When I fall in love,
it's the Japanese sandman.
Oh, Jane: See Dick run!
Edgar Allen Poe;
Flopsie, Mopsie, Cottontail;
Andre the Giant.
Mexico City.
Robert Louis Stevenson:
The bird was a word.
Waiting for Godot:
The few. The proud. The Marines.
Yabba-dabba-doo!
George W. Bush:
No runs, no hits. (No errors...?)
Going...going...gone.
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