Beware the gobbledygook, my son. He chortled in his joy. O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay. He took his vorpal sword in hand, all mimsy were the borogoves. So rested he by the Tumtum tree. And burbled as it came. He took his vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxome foe he sought. And the mome raths outgrabe. Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, and the mome raths outgrabe. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. And burbled as it came.
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