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Alasdair Roberts

Except that they must be very large
And bade the wayfarer to sit down
And all dotted with freckles
She wore a cloak

This fore-carriage composes of a massive iron axle-tree
With a pivot, into which was fitted a heavy shaft
The whole thing compact, overwhelming
It seems like the carriage of an enormous cannon
Why was that fore-carriage of a truck in that place in the street?
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