There is a river in a bathtub in a flat in Westerbury. It was the River Merth, but the owner just calls it the Sammy. it used to run ten miles but now it just jogs a few feet. The fish don't know any better though, and the owner says they taste just fine.
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STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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