THE KALEVALA (12)
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“Her head fills with words/which curdle into curds/which turdle into turds.”
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“Her head fills with words/which curdle into curds/which turdle into turds.”
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“I see you with your crossbow cocked,/and your intellect murderously locked.”
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“You said the wrong/right thing and his face went stony”
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“Economical huffings,/elbow-strikes and de-handcuffings.”
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“No husbandry, no arboriculture. / Here’s your wood — if your woodsman is a vulture.”
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Kullervo: “My little blade is humorous./You will admire its wit.”
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“This one is dead as the grass./Let him pass, let him pass.”
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“Ladies, come and get some,/before I’m turned into cosmic jetsam!”
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