| descriptive fowl | Contributor |
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In 2008 I see myself flying like an eagle...; dumping on so called competition like a seagull! |
oldschooldetroit |
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touch my wingtips and feel the air I've seen |
graphitegirl |
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fill me up with the gas from each baked bean, baby |
lordfuznut |
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bird enjoys spectacular sunrise leaves perch for a better view |
graphitegirl |
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to commune with the twitters and twitterings of the voiced crowd at the third red eye. |
induce |
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Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone |
ColourMyWorld |
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flap,flap,flap, flap...........bang WINDOW |
graphitegirl |
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...which the Kiwi avoids as it digs bugs at night with its snout. |
induce |
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I'd like some eye cream for my anus. |
ColourMyWorld |
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I'd like some reality in a world of none, except The Fowl Master. |
induce |
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the rooster hobbles across the barnyard favoring an ingrown claw |
graphitegirl |
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while the chickens are perving at him |
induce |
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my thoughts lurk like eggs as the butt of all jokes |
ColourMyWorld |
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my thoughts lay stagnate but smile while fried |
induce |
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birds of a feather wear frocks together |
graphitegirl |
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so sever the legs and conjoin thier heads |
ColourMyWorld |
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not whiLe theY are nesting or the EagLe will fLy down and rapture will foLLow, maybe ..... |
induce |
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runs on biofuel |
graphitegirl |
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yes ... mmmpft ... hmmm ... certain species do ... hmmm ... ppffft ... mmmmm ... Can fLY & operate on ... hmmm ... such. |
induce |
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before running on empty the eagle spies a plane abandons search for small prey and joins another hunt |
graphitegirl |
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for the stretch marks on trees that echo with |
lordfuznut |
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the snare drum heartbeat of a hummingbird |
graphitegirl |
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the syllable hum of a misplaced word |
ColourMyWorld |
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and the skywriters of the original church |
graphitegirl |
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heard swallows in the place, it was run-down and spooky, kids played there. |
induce |
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some birds get high, some birds get pie, some birds end up in pie; pie in the sky? |
lordfuznut |
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Vultures relax beside highways and watch convertables fly by, passengers shaking their fists at the sky. |
induce |
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hanging around the coop the biggest pigeon thought they should take a vote - all those in favour say "ave" |
graphitegirl |
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'ave' ave' 'ave' 'arrrrrrrK!' (swiZiLe) |
induce |
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Spare the stork from the fork.. I'd rather you take his job instead. |
ColourMyWorld |
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pecker head |
lordfuznut |
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time, line, junction it's all a matter of The BiggesT Wind-Up QuaiL on 4, yes four legs, next is pecked carcass... |
induce |
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pink plastic yard art - graceful bird stands on one leg - never gets weary |
graphitegirl |
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however teary she is |
ColourMyWorld |
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bOcK- bOck- BaGOck......CHICKEN <> caca |
graphitegirl |
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can I shit on this, or is it tinted-tainted glass? |
ColourMyWorld |
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said the officer to the bagle |
induce |
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further investigation would prove that there were more than two in the bush |
graphitegirl |
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thus 23 in the whoLe garden, waiting to pLay gameS wih eaRs. |
induce |
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I confirmed my fear of Big Bird and felt yellow once again |
ColourMyWorld |
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broken crust lay around the plate....24 escaped |
graphitegirl |
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75 managed to scrap up the crumbs to form feathers for a small flight. |
induce |
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And while 99 was in terrible heat, |
ColourMyWorld |
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11:00 and the cuckoo spat bavarian hand granades for the last time. She found the ducK tape |
graphitegirl |
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pressed against lips where a beak should have been. 5'10, loose fit, and a hundred-nothing-pounds |
ColourMyWorld |
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it was huge, flapping-like a run down dodgy sales man man, tie caught in the stalk's beak, long-ago. |
induce |
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it thought it could fly but having lost the instructions it called Qantas |
graphitegirl |
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the world becomes bathroom, |
ColourMyWorld |
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when all the other mothers coughed up worms she just started wingin' it |
graphitegirl |
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straight out of the coup into the arms of |
induce |
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fowl play. Large dorsal fins emerged from the |
graphitegirl |
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churning water |
John |
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that fills the goose down comforter |
graphitegirl |
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with live geese honking in distress |
John |
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she woke to the sound of black flutterings leaving footprints on her face |
graphitegirl |
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strange twitterings in the dark of the night |
induce |
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fireflys flying like airborn candle light |
John |
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trapped in the skylights singing songs of a forlorn destiny |
graphitegirl |
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are a Fowl, they are the ones ... The Descriptive Ones |
induce |
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nightly crawlers creeped deep in fear of dark cavities |
graphitegirl |
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because birds don't have teeth ... or Do they......? |
induce |
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only by flying backwards was he able to see where he'd been |
graphitegirl |
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chin, chin chin |
ColourMyWorld |
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no butterfly in all her winged beauty can compare |
graphitegirl |
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to a nightingale filtering through forgtton air |
induce |
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hoping to be discrete the sandbox was an option |
graphitegirl |
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but think of the children, you said to yourself... |
John |
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let them eat grubs! Or off with their heads. |
graphitegirl |
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Man, I feel like a woman |
ColourMyWorld |
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In birdworld the men wear the latest fall fashion colors while the women wear military brown. |
graphitegirl |
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colour plumage for the males ahhh.......Dannnnnndieeeee-Fried! ... (Adam and The Ants Play play inthe background) |
induce |
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the birds know a Hitchcock movie when they see one |
graphitegirl |
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i watch it with them, they peck between my toes |
induce |
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stale crusts? where's the mayo! |
graphitegirl |
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arck! arck! arck! I am The Ray Van I like to |
induce |
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squark when you park you car right there and I can |
ColourMyWorld |
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drive the the mirage of you with backing vocals included |
induce |
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wump,wump,wump.... BomBs awaaaaay...baby delivery |
graphitegirl |
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said the stalk, all the while vultures circled attached to the bindings of curious comic books |
induce |
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the delivery was null and void. Not enough postage cried the pidgeon |
graphitegirl |
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on a smidgen of luck clusters just beneath its wing |
ColourMyWorld |
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casting rhymes as they sing, a logical progression type of thing |
induce |
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errrr! krr..plunk - (and stuff) |
ColourMyWorld |
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Aptenodytes patagonica cleared his orange throat and said, " |
induce |
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how does one like my orange feats |
graphitegirl |
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with that the smaller of the species slid away across the |
induce |
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pollywog bog. My headwinds are strong and their might be turbulence |
graphitegirl |
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so another golf course was taken and only some of the birds knew it. |
induce |
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a shorter wingspan might be just the enticement for the bald one |
graphitegirl |
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the fury in his eyes told me he'd pay top dollar for the severed head of every penguin |
Humanicide |
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it was getting crowded on the telephone line the fat one had to go |
graphitegirl |
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GO!!!! GO!!!!!! WHERE!!!!!?????? oh.......cartoon graphics, they will flY |
induce |
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I twat I twa a putty tat...........I did! I did!..see a putty tat |
graphitegirl |
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and fled through the sky with additional bursts of feathered colour to |
induce |
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every nation. Indian headdress, a final resting place for brave plumage |
graphitegirl |
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as one gives the peopLe ...... all peopLe ...... respect. On another note...... .. The Swoop Began when |
induce |
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the quartet sang....be-bop-sha-bop______ and all the crows flew south ^^^^VVV^^^^ |
graphitegirl |
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down to The Land Of Oz or Australia were they perched on the shoulders of The Man In The Red Jumper~~~~~+++++++--->>> |
induce |
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hoP.^. hoP.^. hOP.^. .....\\\STOP....dropped the worm~ |
graphitegirl |
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one lucky worm that was, till the gardener's shoe caught site of it. |
induce |
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but the gardner was in a hurry..turkey for dinner, who would get the wishbone? |
graphitegirl |
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the fairies as they have wings wings too you know, i think i can include them ... They wished |
induce |
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when cooked it is the breast, in flight it is the wing, in song it is the call |
graphitegirl |
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somethig out there for all |
induce |
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the grey sky filled with burnt paper bits and pieces settled into the trees |
graphitegirl |
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the birds and the bees didn't like that, they tried to put out the written words with their own letters. |
induce |
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dames and birds ain't nothing but trouble |
graphitegirl |
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yeah... |
ColourMyWorld |
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said the gOOse to the gander before Farmer Joe slapped on some LUBE!!!!!!! |
induce |
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her legs bent at the ankles making it hard to high heels |
graphitegirl |
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scuba diving was the next platform of plastic in a plastic world |
induce |
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although not yellow they fashioned a graven image in its likeness |
graphitegirl |
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of what humans like, birds i say! ... preeeeeety birds!!! ... all colours, shapes, siZes and Huemer-RiZerS |
induce |
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retreating into the dark only his fiery could be seen as he whispered "nevermore, nevermore" |
graphitegirl |
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was that some Nirvana in it's caul......? |
induce |
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it was a sick trick to substitue the tackle box with gummy worms.. |
graphitegirl |
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and spiders and ants and things, that all fowl (well most) love to eat by the plenty |
induce |
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suspicious clay droppings spattered his newly cleaned windshield |
graphitegirl |
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abstractions for free flung by nature with modern art glee |
induce |
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adjusting the rear view mirror she read "shiny objects may appear larger" |
graphitegirl |
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there were turkey hunters!!!!! huge ones!!!!! chasing her across the |
induce |
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PETA picket line begging for clemency. |
graphitegirl |
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All the birds of all species flew towards everyone's Front TeLL Lobe or Lobe's, it was Pay Meat 4 AH! TAX! on finger food ............... |
induce |
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too many wings not enough hotsauce |
graphitegirl |
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try the blue cheese |
John |
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don't press the red button |
induce |
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it turns on the deep fat fryer |
graphitegirl |
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who can't contain himself |
induce |
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in that little can |
John |
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she cried when she saw them suffocating in yellow boxes. She hated Easter. |
graphitegirl |
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you get me so excited |
ColourMyWorld |
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as you beak smashes through my window |
Humanicide |
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feathers pen the words of men |
graphitegirl |
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and women as the peacock's beauty is |
induce |
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to a ringside view of blood games |
graphitegirl |
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were Prince's Doves do NOT! fLy! |
induce |
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back in his cave he pinned up posters of Jonathon Livingston Seagull |
graphitegirl |
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all over his body like Howard Hughes |
induce |
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and she told him her name was Lucy Goosey |
graphitegirl |
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where they began to stretch infinity laws till a deep and heavy bass |
induce |
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leaving behind the shell of his former self |
graphitegirl |
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which chickens came to peck |
induce |
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straight up with a splash said the grey goose |
graphitegirl |
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and kept everything calm and loose! |
induce |
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Mrs. Peakcock did it in the library with the wrench |
graphitegirl |
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just under The Sealed SectioN, beginning a new |
induce |
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chinks of blue littered the yard the sky was indeed falling |
graphitegirl |
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or was it...? The world was now upside down. .. ... . ... held such by aLL manner of FowL...!!! |
induce |
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