won spring mourning a disgruntled fella shook his girl awake, saying "weave know cache, sew cum hear, lett mi beet yew wit my karat." instead, she rolled over, blue hymn a kiss, and razed her hand, as if two waive buy-by.
what would truly be impressive is if someone wrote a couple paragraphs composed entirely out of this sort of thing and was able to make it intelligible on both levels: from the literal meanings of the words written as well as from the pronunciation point of view.
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