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I Get All My Ideas In Switzerland Near The Forka Pass. There Is A Little Town Called Gletch, And Two Thousand Feet Up Above Gletch There Is A Smaller Hamlet Called Über Gletch. I Go There On The Fourth Of August Every Summer To Get My Cuckoo Clock Fixed. While The Cuckoo Is In The Hospital, I Wander Around And Talk To The People In The Streets. They Are Very Strange People, And I Get My Ideas From Them.

Through Three Cheese Trees Three Free Fleas Flew. While These Fleas Flew, Freezy Breeze Blew. Freezy Breeze Made These Three Trees Freeze. Freezy Trees Made These Trees' Cheese Freeze. That's What Made These Three Free Fleas Sneeze.

They Say I'm Old-fashioned, And Live In The Past, But Sometimes I Think Progress Progresses Too Fast!

The News Just Came In From The County Of Keck That A Very Small Bug By The Name Of Van Vleck Is Yawning So Wide You Can Look Down His Neck. This May Not Seem Very Important, I Know, But It Is, So I'm Bothering Telling You So.

It Has Often Been Said There’s So Much To Be Read, You Never Can Cram All Those Words In Your Head. So The Writer Who Breeds More Words Than He Needs Is Making A Chore For The Reader Who Reads. That's Why My Belief Is The Briefer The Brief Is, The Greater The Sigh Of The Reader's Relief Is. And That's Why Your Books Have Such Power And Strength. You Publish With Shorth! (shorth Is Better Than Length.)