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0113
\nSnicker snacks are my favorite y’all!<\/p>\n

Jabberwocky<\/strong>
\nBy Lewis Carroll<\/p>\n

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
\nDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:
\nAll mimsy were the borogoves,
\nAnd the mome raths outgrabe.<\/p>\n

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
\nThe jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
\nBeware the Jubjub bird, and shun
\nThe frumious Bandersnatch!”
\nHe took his vorpal sword in hand:
\nLong time the manxome foe he sought —
\nSo rested he by the Tumtum tree,
\nAnd stood awhile in thought.
\nAnd, as in uffish thought he stood,
\nThe Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
\nCame whiffling through the tulgey wood,
\nAnd burbled as it came!
\nOne, two! One, two! And through and through
\nThe vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
\nHe left it dead, and with its head
\nHe went galumphing back.
\n“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
\nCome to my arms, my beamish boy!
\nO frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
\nHe chortled in his joy.<\/p>\n

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
\nDid gyre and gimble in the wabe;
\nAll mimsy were the borogoves,
\nAnd the mome raths outgrabe.<\/p>\n