The fly lands on the swatter.The movie runs backwardsand catches fire in the projector.This species apes us wellby talki — Billy Collins, The Apple that Astonished Paris
The fly lands on the swatter.The movie runs backwardsand catches fire in the projector.This species apes us wellby talki — Billy Collins, The Apple that Astonished Paris
The fly lands on the swatter.The movie runs backwardsand catches fire in the projector.This species apes us wellby talki — Billy Collins, The Apple that Astonished Paris
The fly lands on the swatter.The movie runs backwardsand catches fire in the projector.This species apes us wellby talki — Billy Collins, The Apple that Astonished Paris
The fly lands on the swatter.The movie runs backwardsand catches fire in the projector.This species apes us wellby talki — Billy Collins, The Apple that Astonished Paris
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The fly lands on the swatter.The movie runs backwardsand catches fire in the projector.This species apes us wellby talking only about itself

— Billy Collins, The Apple that Astonished Paris
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