writer's block
Tiger, tiger burning bright In the forest
of the night, What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
?
William Blake
Otto's Mops Mops Mops Otto continued continued
hops away
Otto:: Otto
defies soso
coke
Otto Otto Otto brings fruit
collected listens
Otto: Otto hopes Pug
Ottos Mops knocks
Otto: Mops, come, come
Otto's Mops
Otto's pug is sick
Otto: My goodness
Ernst Jandl
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