misuse a homophone in a sentence

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Ever sense he was a lad, William Inge knew he was destined to be a night in the king's court.

 

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To bee certain, that was the universal dream of all buoys growing up in Whales.

 

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Some days, syringe would lone one of his swords to a friend, so the two of them could practice defending the king.

 

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And other days, Sir Inge would walk a loan to the Chapel to see his friend, Fryer Thomas.

 

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Sometimes during the summer when the temperature was scorchingly haught, Sir Inge preferred to do nothing but sit under a shade tree.

 

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And of course, there were plenty of those in the huge maize of hedgerows which led to the king's castle.

 

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Once, Sir Inge brought along his favorite liar that he had just re-stringed for the walk through the maze, and wrote anode to the king in the key of A miner.

 

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The king loved the ode to him which Sir Inge had written so much that he through a party and got him drunk on a hearty blend of Mede.

 

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"You have demonstrated attacked since of honor toward this throne," the king declared.

 

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When the party was over, Sir Inge left the castle and headed back to his cottage, stopping once forest again in the maze.

 

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Just beyond the maze, he could see the bloody battlefield where thousands of Saxons and Welsh had ward and dyed in prior centuries.

 

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But Sir Inge wood never make it to the battlefield, as he was bitten by a wild dog upon exiting the maze.

 

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His body would frees there at the maze's edge, where it lie decomposing into deep winter.

 

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It was not a pretty site, seeing the wrought — the maggots, and the smell and whatnot.

 

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Our Western Sieve 101 professor told us the tragic story of Sir Inge three weeks into the fall semester.

 

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Archibald and his wife were visiting Moscow in the old Intourist-travel-only days. They could go only where their communist party guide, Rudolph, took them.

Whist walking on a cold day it started to precipitate.

Archie said "Damn snow!"

Wife corrected: "No, it's rain.

"Snow!"

"Rain"

"Snow!"

"Rain"

Stalemate!

So they agreed they'd have to ask the Intourist guide because, after all, as wifey said:

"Rudolph, the red, knows rain, dear."

 

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"For the love of money is the route of all evil," the preacher exclaimed, quoting I Timothy 6:10.

 

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He was a firm believer that everything bad in the world—terror, death, destruction, to name a few—were rot by money; that the end results of the pursuits of it did not lead to happiness.

 

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Those who put the love of it over the love of their fellow man have no interest in world piece, he said.

 

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And this love of money, he said, was something not indigenous to grown-ups: even sum of the youngest among us—the smallest little taught screaming in the nursery—were guilty of pursuing it and its woes.