my american sentences
Doilies pasted to a window don’t tell you anything about snow.
Doilies pasted to a window don’t tell you anything about snow.
Add “huzzah” to any sentence to get to 17 syllables.
Another weekend: I play a cantata and wait for you to call.
Even what we slough off we still live with, until we vacuum it up.
At beauty school, one training head looks like Jesus, another like Cher.
Four hours after the training session, I’m still wearing my nametag.
Now I only think of Kansas City when I hear “Kansas City.”
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We've got to end this war before it lasts forever! — Henry Darger, from Realms of the Unreal
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