This is an unusual letter from Dart – set entirely to rhyme. Worth the quick read.
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There’s that Dart – playin’ with the language, again. Rhyming “fur” and “where” is a stretch, but we often heard him reach like that. It always met with a resounding groan (of appreciation!)
There’s that Dart – playin’ with the language, again. Rhyming “fur” and “where” is a stretch, but we often heard him reach like that. It always met with a resounding groan (of appreciation!)