Proficient,
the twenty-six we inherited from nursery. Overhearing schoolboys on this
February train, OMG the logorrhoea! Texters pen silently screens with sound’s
component parts. Opposite, the Eaglemont lawyer’s fluent as a flute, her tone living
both the spirit and letter of language. Prolific, the twenty-six we inherited
from empire. We missed out on Czech hachek haze and lallating Chinese absence
of R, settling for English hiss of S, workmanlike A, and E’s elaborate efficiency.
Take for granted the contradictory comedies of U, mood swings of J,
preciousness of Q, crunch of X. Half the carriage touches off at Flinders
Street.
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