A colour grew / Upon his cheek, while thus he lifeful spake.
The frame was awry.
Yet he was one of many chefs who decided to cap their night by popping open a huge tin of that good-good.
I see a forked beast squatting on the midden of the world, red-eyed, regardant, gnawing on a shinbone: poor, dumb destroyer.
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