A poem
Michael Winner
Stole my dinner.
He said he would rate it,
But instead he just ate it.
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A story made from words played in a scrabble game #2
The FLAME RACED up the VINE in the VILE ZOO, burning the ARKS in the LION-pen and spreading like some MEGA-TOXIN across the DUNES. I was WEDGED in a SMELLY CRYPT with a bottle of RYE. My JAW felt QUEER and it was making me GURN. I'd gone for a SWAB earlier but they'd just put a BIB on me and RUBBED me with SOAP. I stared at the GROUT in the wall and SLOWLY lost the will to LIVE.
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