And the tiles fell (with glue upon my fingers) to the floor, where, scattered, they slew and cut themselves apieces. No more shall vinyl undersides be up-turned, for in adhesive rivvels they now dwell (ever stuck aside another). The dirt upon them remains clinging to the goop, (soon to be with paper-cloth awashed). Yet earlier, a little flick
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