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Thrice the brinded cat hath mued. Thrice and once the hedge pig whinered.

Harp your Christ, his time, his time. Round about the cauldron go, in the poison entrails throw.

Toad that under cold stone, days and nights has 31.

Sweltered venom, sleeping gut, boil thou first to the charmed pot.

Devil! Devil, toilet trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Philip hath any snake in the cauldron boil and bake.

I have mued until frog, all a bat and tongue of dog.

Address fork and blindworms sting.

Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, for the charm of powerful trouble like a hell broth boil and bubble.

I was working in the lab late one night, when my eyes be held in nearly sight.

My monster from his slab began to rise, and suddenly to master prize, he did the mash.

Once again, the Greg Proof's film club is taking to the ether here from the salubriest concimes.

Of the sin of family here in the athletic shoe district of Fairfax Avenue here in bustling Hollywood.

It's part of, what are they calling it?

Fright Fest, what is it? Nightmare City, where the grass is green, and no one is pretty.

Oh, won't you please take me home.

And tonight we're going to be showing Return of the Living Dead, the 1985 classic,

written and directed by Dan O'Vanon.

If you're listening in Proopcast land, if you're at work now, this is an awesome time to download this on Netflix,

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