If three handsome, well-dressed men approach you at the busstop on Colfax and offer you "something to read this morning"--do not fall in love. Because they don't want to give you a movel. Or poetry. Or The New York Times.
(I pierced my eyebrow instead.)
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3 comments:
a movel is a shovel with which you cam scoop up letters amd throw them imto words om the sidewalk to read
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