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	<title>Comments on: The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald</title>
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		<title>By: Mocking Otter</title>
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		<description>I once woke crying out from a nightmare. My father came to my room. &quot;What&#039;s that wailin&#039;?&quot; he asked.
&quot;Sarah Palin,&quot; I replied through tears.
&quot;Sarah Palin wailin&#039;?&quot; asked dad.
&quot;Sarah Palin wailin&#039; while sailin&#039;, with her hands on the railin&#039;,&quot; I sobbed.
&quot;Was she balin&#039;?&quot;
&quot;Yes, with her pail in, but she was failin&#039;.&quot;
&quot;No wonder she was wailin&#039;. 
Then he held a pillow over my face until I fell back to sleep.</description>
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&#8220;Sarah Palin,&#8221; I replied through tears.<br />
&#8220;Sarah Palin wailin&#8217;?&#8221; asked dad.<br />
&#8220;Sarah Palin wailin&#8217; while sailin&#8217;, with her hands on the railin&#8217;,&#8221; I sobbed.<br />
&#8220;Was she balin&#8217;?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Yes, with her pail in, but she was failin&#8217;.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;No wonder she was wailin&#8217;.<br />
Then he held a pillow over my face until I fell back to sleep.</p>
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