all those flagrant weeds
if oxalis tasted good
I'd be in clover
Now imagine that DD had had the skill to strike through the ‘l’ in glasses and print an ‘r’ above it to write:
How green were my grasses?
Answer: ‘Valley green.’
‘Take him away officer!’
‘The charge?’
‘Throw the book at him.’
‘OUCH!’
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