Jack’s nap sack strap snapped.

Soldiers shudder when shrill shells shriek.

If you must cross a course cross cow across a crowded cow crossing,
cross the cross coarse cow across the crowded cow crossing carefully.

Multifocal Leukoencephalopathy in the Context of Multiple Sclerosis.

As described above, significant opioid-receptor binding,
little detectable expression of receptor mRNA in the spinal
cord dorsal horn, but large levels of this mRNA in DRG
have been observed. The anatomy of spinal opioid receptors
suggests that their actions relevant to analgesia at this level
are predominantly presynaptic. At least one presynaptic
mechanism viewed as having clinical significance is the inhibition
of spinal tachykinin signaling. Indeed, it is well established
that opioids decrease the noxious stimulant-evoked
release of tachykinins from primary afferent nociceptors.

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She offered him Honour.
He honoured her offer.
Then the whole night,
in honour of her offer.
He was on her and off her.

Tom’s wife Tanya left town on Tuesday for two weeks in Thailand. Tom is left with two tiny kids to take care of. Tom only knows how to cook toast and tacos. Tonight he’ll take tomatoes and put them atop toast. Tomorrow he’ll get take-out food. The next day, he’ll stuff meat and potatoes into taco shells and present a tasty treat to his two tiny tots.

She ended, and appear’d on other thoughts
Intent, re-ent’ring on the wheel she late
Had left.  That other joyance meanwhile wax’d
A thing to marvel at, in splendour glowing,
Like choicest ruby stricken by the sun,
For, in that upper clime, effulgence comes
Of gladness, as here laughter: and below,
As the mind saddens, murkier grows the shade.
The Divine Comedy – Dante

The two toed turkey towed two tubs of tea.
Where is the tea the two towed turkey towed?
Tossed in the tunnel where the key can protent
it from the tounge of the tea tasting toad.

Victor believes Vivian is the most vivacious and wonderful woman in the world. Bill wishes Victor’s views were valid. “Vivian? That venomous viper?” Victor vows he’ll wed Vivian, even if he is just seventeen. Will Vivian ever know of Victor’s wedding vision? Does she even know Victor’s name?

The cars came scudding in towards Dublin, running evenly like pellets
in the groove of the Naas Road. At the crest of the hill at Inchicore
sightseers had gathered in clumps to watch the cars careering homeward
and through this channel of poverty and inaction the Continent sped its
wealth and industry. Now and again the clumps of people raised the cheer
of the gratefully oppressed. Their sympathy, however, was for the blue
cars–the cars of their friends, the French. – Dubliners – James Joyce

Old oily Ollie oils old oily autos.

Plague-bearing prairie dogs.

Pretty Kitty Creighton had a cotton batten cat.
The cotton batten cat was bitten by a rat.
The kitten that was bitten had a button for an eye,
And biting off the button made the cotton batten fly.

But this dismal creed does not discourage those who believe that the
impulse that produces evolution is creative. They have observed the
simple fact that the will to do anything can and does, at a certain
pitch of intensity set up by conviction of its necessity, create and
organize new tissue to do it with. To them therefore mankind is by no
means played out yet. If the weight lifter, under the trivial stimulus
of an athletic competition, can ‘put up a muscle,’ it seems reasonable
to believe that an equally earnest and convinced philosopher could ‘put
up a brain.’ Both are directions of vitality to a certain end. Evolution
shews us this direction of vitality doing all sorts of things: providing
the centipede with a hundred legs, and ridding the fish of any legs at
all; building lungs and arms for the land and gills and fins for the
sea; enabling the mammal to gestate its young inside its body, and the
fowl to incubate hers outside it; offering us, we may say, our choice of
any sort of bodily contrivance to maintain our activity and increase our
resources.  – Back to Methusalah     – George Bernard Shaw

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The bandage was wound around the wound.
The farm was used to produce produce.
The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.

Once upon a barren moor
There dwelt a bear, also a boar.
The bear could not bear the boar.
The boar thought the bear a bore.
At last the bear could bear no more
Of that boar that bored him on the moor,
And so one morn he bored the boar -
That boar will bore the bear no more.

Neither can it be said, on the other hand, that the gain of rectitude
must be bought by any loss. There is no penalty to virtue; no penalty
to wisdom; they are proper additions of being. In a virtuous action, I
properly _am_; in a virtuous act, I add to the world; I plant into
deserts conquered from Chaos and Nothing, and see the darkness
receding on the limits of the horizon. There can be no excess to love;
none to knowledge; none to beauty, when these attributes are
considered in the purest sense. The soul refuses limits, and always
affirms an Optimism, never a Pessimism. – Emerson