Little diddy called...
get me outta here.
mondays.. sheesh.
mondays.. sheesh.
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Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon.
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What is it about it?
hmm...I wonder how many times it could use the word it in a sentence.
It could probably use it in it about five times before it ran out of subjects for the it to refer too. However, each subject could have multiple its...hmm
Yep, I'm retarded!