The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."
e. e. cummings-tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now
e. e. cummingsi remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my uncle Sol and started a worm farm)
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