Tom's woes and joys were recorded on three hole, blue line paper.
Different openings, the same conclusion --- shredder fodder.
Tom really didn't have much to write about.
His mental block was the cleanest of slates, but write Tom had to
as Kenyans run, as bowlers bowl,
as peepers can't help leering.
Voyeurism produces fruit.
Writing juices.
Pulp is good.
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