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Hold these between your knees if you want to set a Cuban beat.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
How did the phone propose to his girlfriend on Valentine's Day?