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I love English

I love the English language. It was written and developed just for me. English is mine; it is my personal property. The phonetics of English sits snugly in my jaw, like a baby in a basket, It suits me like a suit. English lies on my tongue like a piece of chocolate, slowly melting away when I speak. Also the irresistible nuts, whole and round, sticking out of the chocolate of English, which collapse with popping and crunching when you bite into them, are the English language to me, too: my ... continue reading