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one two three four, tickle my feet, tickle my feet.

one two three four, tickle my feet, touch the floor.

Hey April, what the hell happened to you? I mean, after Brazil? Where the hell did you disappear? California? Okay, but where in California?

From the Inter Net:

April Ewton completed her pathology residency at Baylor College of Medicine and her surgical pathology fellowship at the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in her native Texas. She lives in Hermosa Beach, Calif.

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April Ewton has never been particularly interested in insects.
I knew.

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En l'an trentiesme de mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beucs ... Pipit sat upright in her chair Some distance from where I was sitting; Views of the Oxford Colleges Lay on the table, with the knitting. Daguerreotypes and silhouettes, Her grandfather and great great aunts, Supported on the mantelpiece An Invitation to the Dance. . . . . . . I shall not want Honour in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney. I shall not want Capital in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond: We two shall lie together, lapt In a five per cent Exchequer Bond. I shall not want Society in Heaven, Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride; Her anecdotes will be more amusing Than Pipit's experience could provide. I shall not want Pipit in Heaven: Madame Blavatsky will instruct me In the Seven Sacred Trances; Piccarda de Donati will conduct me ... . . . . . . But where is the penny world I bought To eat with Pipit behind the screen? The red-eyed scavengers are creeping From Kentish Town and Golder's Green; Where are the eagles and the trumpets? Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps. Over buttered scones and crumpets Weeping, weeping multitudes Droop in a hundred A.B.C.'s