Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
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The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining work all his might.
He did his very best to make the billows
smooth and bright.
And this was odd because it was
the middle of the night.
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The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining work all his might.
He did his very best to make the billows
smooth and bright.
And this was odd because it was
the middle of the night.