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Spilt INfinitive Split INfinite
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Split INfinite
Milk gets old in the creamer you are in a 24 hoour Restaurant do not add this to your coffee drink it seperately and rather quickly then hide the coffee in the cupp with your mustachio so they will not see it is only black and you will soon discover love only iff you straddle the fence vote both tickets walk on the creek bank your money in your pocket only spend it for your needs live your lifetime to be mended like a poets dreams is there any thing new under the sun shine sally forth find that job pay threw the nose gay and happy is the lifelong dream of a poet in the street is not a beggar unless he needs seems to rhyme with thought or bought or boughs of green green grasses down home kindling laid to rest in urns of wages wars will stop the peace will come the final resting place is undecided election office bored rooms full of shuffling feet nerves at fever pitch a ball and a strike one to nothing in the inning is the windup and the stretch it is Golden Gardner in the last leg against them all fall down the London Bridge is used in Snooker the Pool is where the water lies. Near the taciturn users where the door jambs open close open close all day long is the shadow and short is the hump back fish is good with fries perhaps you should just Kethcup to the eye now you should see me smile. Oh good lord eye spilt the milk and split goodbye.
