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He took his vorpal sword in hand.
Long time, the manxome foe he sought.
So rested he by the tumtum tree
and stood a while in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
came whiffling through the tulgy wood
and burbled as it came!
One, two and through and through.
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left if dead, and with its head,
he went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh, frabjous day, calloo, callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves
and the mome raths outgrabe.
Jabberwocky is the first poem I ever memorized in its entirety. Unfortunately, I am not certain of all the spelling and punctuation. Still, typing it from memory is fun. :)
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I am a delicate fucking flower.
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