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She asked me, "What's your sign?"
I blinked and answered "Neon,"
I thought I'd blow her mind...
Brillineggiava, ed i tovoli slati
girlavano ghimbanti nella vaba;
i borogovi eran tutti mimanti
e la moma radeva fuorigraba.
"Figliuolo mio, sta' attento al Gibrovacco,
dagli artigli e dal morso lacerante;
fuggi l'uccello Giuggiolo, e nel sacco
metti infine il frumioso Bandifante".
-- Lewis Carroll, "Jabberwocky"
Gibson's Springtime Song (to t
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