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Show Very Fishy. She was a fisherman's daughter, sh wore her hair in a net, and she preferred pre-ferred love in a piscatorial way. "My love," he whispered, "you hold first 'place' in my heart! Although I 'flounder' about in expressing myself, my 'sole' wish is that you will save me from becoming a 'erabbed' old bachelor. I shall stick to you closer than a 'limpet,' from you a 'wink'll' be the road to guide me. Together we will 'skate' over life's 'rocks,' and when I look at your hand beside me I shall say to myself: 'Fortune was mine when I put 'herring there!" And then the lady dropped her eyes in sweet confusion, and murmured: "Pass the salt.". |