There once was a crocomodile
Who lived as the lord of the Nile:
     He once ate a pharoah
     From meatballs to marrow
While crying and wearing a smile.

Rolls through the valley
A May storm with itchy *****—
What price bonobos?

The isness
     Of being
          Is the business
               Of I-ing
                    And seeing.

in Sp
ring
when song
birds

singjoy
fully,
dying
is

dull
;but
fat worms
****

**** thunder
are the
raindrops
f

alling&stain
ing the
side
walk,rin

sing off
the
col
orful chalk

min     mal
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pr          sm

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This iThis is only a test.  s a test.  
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ThThis is only a test.  is is a test.  
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This is This is only a test.  a test.  
This is only a test.  This is a test.  
This is not a test.  Be very afraid.

The autumn rain is falling
    Like teardrops from mine eyes;
I cannot help recalling
    With sobs and lingering sighs
               My Fugliana.

The days returning never,
    The golden days of yore,
I thought would live forever,
    Yet gone fornevermore
               Is Fugliana.

With rue my heart is laden;
    L'amour peut être amer.
Nor any rose-lipt maiden
    Was e'er so fair as fair
               Fair Fugliana.