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- Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
- Path: sparky!uunet!iWarp.intel.com|ichips!sedona!bhoughto
- From: bhoughto@sedona.intel.com (Blair P. Houghton)
- Subject: Re: THE DAN QUAYLE DICTIONARY
- Message-ID: <1992Aug20.061412.29368@ichips.intel.com>
- Sender: news@ichips.intel.com (News Account)
- Organization: Intel Corp., Chandler, Arizona
- References: <q5!nvtn.rdc@netcom.com>
- Date: Thu, 20 Aug 1992 06:14:12 GMT
- Lines: 17
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- The sky smiled.
-
- The horses tore at their tack. Steam, gravel, and mucous
- sprayed behind them. The box bounced on the floor. It
- shined. It was old and worn, but never opened.
-
- With my good eye I followed the horizon; it leapt as in
- glee at the sport. The dark trees symbolized growing
- danger: unstumbled-upon secrets; juvenile mistakes hidden
- poorly by clumsy hands.
-
- Patience and anger warred within my coat. I would
- need dinner again. Damn Chinese.
-
- --Blair
- "Days since last Kentucky
- Fried Chicken purchase: 2."
-