I Love You, Mr. Shrew (Do U?)
Our simplest of complicated Stories, you see: Do hope I you know what We mean.
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You know, David, We here hear of a saying (if You shall humor a Metaphor): This Is The Scene Unseen Of The Seen Unscene. This Is The Seen.
Clever, eh?
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You vulture! Find your own Food, U yardkeeper U!
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Excuse Me, little sir. May I pick your wee fleshy brain for a moment or few? Surely, does this EYE think you have the time, you silly thing you!
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This EYE of I already knows those squeaky, volatile eyes. Can't fool Me can you! But please, sir, Copy and Rodger That when this winter Hare says, "Don't take My Words for it; you shouldn't have to!" Ha!
Look-ie, look-ie, look-ie, Arthur! Methinketh for once they seith me also, bold, white veiled in shadow; well, My King, should We toss a Holy Snack to them for the road? Aye, aye, Captain!
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Well now, let Us consult the Ennies and Moe-s of what to Pour.
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A-E-I-O-U, this I chose You!:
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Arthur, does our friend here know 13 and 13 only (no more, no less) decide what they see each day of every day with all three eyes? A cooking show, You say, Arthur? I don't think They aren't aware, Ya' Salty Dog!
