Words to Conjure With

May I beg the thanks of Birmingham?

That’s as may be, but it’s still a frog.

Gulla gulla gulla gulla gulla.

God, it is Danzig!

It’s alreet in the heat.

I think we can get more out of this horse!

Playing tennis, in the Herald Sun.

I hate these dreams.

Layin’ earth, burn side!

How sharper than a serpent’s thanks.

Incoming!

Agricola’s granite tomb.

Who let him down the rabbit hole?

Don’t look at the ink!

Can you see my floating hair?

And part of every day.

Sing this pierogi to me.

A hundred thousand frogs per mile.

I am the crab man.

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