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The White Cane Fandango

The White Cane Fandango in Morse code, try to shake through the message, shake the load; only venial sin, running on the spot till the dance begins.

Where does a man go when the muscles cramp? Try to write out a postcard on a postage stamp with a drawing pin punching out the Braille for the whole within?