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Sphinx

The wind carved the Sphinx. It was very humane. No tattoos and a lot of grit. (Insert a big woosh here.) It doesn’t matter what you think about the sound of sand. It’s a giant cat. Saturday night, Silent Billy was deposited in a fallow field outside Lincoln, by one of those UFOs. A man of few words, all Billy would say was, It’s just one of those things you’ve got to see to believe.

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