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  1. In 1976, I took a job teaching band in a small town on the state border. In the course of this, I assigned a research paper to a student on her instrument, and she handed in something titled “my Report was on The Clarinet”

    That’s what this post made me think of. It read a lot like your first example, with glops of texts interspersed copied straight from the World Book Encyclopedia’s Clarinet entry and something else about umbrellas for some reason.

    Sweet girl, I hope life treated her well.

    Thanks for sharing.

  2. The second one actually made sense to me up to the end of the German. But after that… I gathered that, after your expert massage on the train as it rolls through the deserts of Persia, you’d be so invigorated that you’d dance through the cars. Or was it the masseurs who were going to be dancing? I couldn’t follow. Much like the extemporaneous license plate vintages seeping glory almost as an afterthought, I wandered hither and yon in their bespoke travelogue not musing toward the kindliness of giraffes during thorax wrestling….

  3. Your spambots are so much more interesting than mine, which don’t even go for the euphemisms like “train dance.” 😉

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