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Slice, dice, perhaps thrice,
Hanging meat a constant rue.
Red blood comes from blued.
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Brent Tharp
I edit STEM books. I like writing, cats, and wine, though not necessarily in that order.
I was raised by wolves in a small forest somewhere in Middle America.
Why don't ketchup bottles squirt correctly? All or nothing seems grifty to me.
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