friends, romans, countrypeeps, lend me your titles.

[sparkane]

Consider the following to be "found poetry". I did not write it, but I kind of like it. Please read and comment on what you think its title should be.

By the same lady. And i've come on something else office,
as he declared himself famishing. They remark, inspector.
it's given me an idea.' 'for you will keep me itbrmed of
the course of events? And when she came downstairs to be
petted and on business. Not at all, said m. Papopolous,
i have stopped then, for anything less necessary produce
somebody in the captains pay, ranging its natural end by
the intervention of the usual followed by pneumonia. She
made alan everard her baghdad and collar. He unfastened
the studs and at television, flick, flick, flick. I've been
bad. Ive an idee id a been fightin yit, if twas more than
a form of luxurious egotism, like his suggested that the
piece of bone taken from the blowings of his nose, all could
be arranged for to the tent. That game did they finish,
and another out to sea in a boat, it wouldn't be near so
bad no response save the wind that blew sodden leaves ii
have his remedies here. I know what to do his.