a funding submission to the dearly department.

Why and thine, I shoot sparrows up high in your
skye. This brown cow this borne bored barde
window. I defenestrated the wall and then it grew so
grim in here. I wrote crime and punishment. I wrapped
an elderflower with a youngerflower, there was also
a gooseberry and the goose fleisch. We were stepping over
the corpus all the way through but we could never get their
thoughts, we asked again onegin, but we could hear nought
for all the hubbub.  Jostle came to shovel though, and I was
leanin’ right down o’er the sights of a rifle bridge, I was O
I was all letters to all types I was pushing everything out

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