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that growl....I heard it...... and see light reflected from what could be a studded, spiked collar.... has Ellen's Doby, Karl, gottten out of the gate again.....? he's a love, I'll take him home...... .....wait... those are not the sounds of four feet.. just two.... heard over the transparent wall of cricket's chirps.... .....the evening symphony...... oh, now I see....it's you.... and you want some music...from me....Chopin, is it? .......... .I'll turn on the light...please be careful..... not to crush the violets, tender warrior......... that's a fancy belt-buckle you have.......... so here we are......a new old song.....oh, yes...a nocturne it is..........
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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