unearths some literary gems.
From "Wouldn't Smoke," by Christopher Ward:Smoke
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the tremulous uneeda of the postum glittered like nabisco
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And then, as by a miracle, the thing happened! The m'toto spoke! In a high shrill voice, it wailed, "Trochee spondee! Trochee spondee a-a-anapest!"
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