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so this morning on the way to school, b said, i wish smore preach tomb afrenz. my boy waxing poetic. maybe. babbling incoherently. maybe. mondegreen. probably. so i repeated it back to him. he gave me a look like, my dad waxing poetic. babbling incoherently. mondegreen. then he repeated himself. without the marbles in his mouth. once more into the breach my friends.