The many moods of Michael Hurley: the proverbial tip of the iceberg.
I don't care that she left me, just so long as the cupboard's fulla tea.
Old black crow, you can't take my seeds up in the sky! sky! sky!
He is the pork of crime.
I make a wish for a potato.
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