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Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.

James Joyce

Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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Ideas Thinking
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
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Funny Sad
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
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Himself Possible World
I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.
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Different Order Perfection Word Writing
God made food; the devil the cooks.
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Devil Food God Human
Life is too short to read a bad book.
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Book Life Reading
You can still die when the sun is shining.
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Death Shine Sun Yourself
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
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Change Faith Light Soul
Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
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Memories Moments Secret Stars
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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Flower People
We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
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Sympathy Togetherness
Places remember events.
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One Liner Place Remember
Children must be educated by love, not punishment.
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Children Education Love Punishment
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
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Family Love Mom World
Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
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Cold Enough Yourself
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Heaven Science Stars

Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.

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