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the old man fluffed the pillow smoothed the blankets and lay down to sleep hoping never to wake up the price of gasoline is something impossible said the nightingale to the goldfinch have you seen how unemployment is asked the pig to the frog I hate noticing how it grows the murder rate shouted the giraffe to the beaver eleven o'clock at night and all is well warned the cabin boy sore eyes from longing for love have you noticed that the mall is beautiful when does christmas come? certain that happiness lives inside a showcase in the morning the old man woke up angry and in the window of the tiny apartment there were only gray clouds of rain as a landscape

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