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Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Mark Twain's AnagraMania

You don't know about me... 

...but at noon you'd wok me...? 

If I were you I'd take a deep breath and count to ten -- unless you'd prefer to say hello to my little friends Fisti and Cuffs...


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Gabriel Garcia Marquez's On Hudred Years of Solitude Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

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