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haemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts
Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off.
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reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his twelve-
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his brain.

The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator
Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England in
the destruction of the planet Earth.

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much for effect as because he was trying to remember the sequence
of muscle movements. He had had a terribly therapeutic yell at
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The prisoners sat in Poetry Appreciation Chairs --strapped in.
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generally held in. Their early attempts at composition had been
part of bludgeoning insistence that they be accepted as a
properly evolved and cultured race, but now the only thing that
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designed to heighten the experience of the poem and make sure
that not a single nuance of the poet's thought was lost.

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far and didn't think things were likely to change.