Hush little baby, don’t you cry,
Daddy John is always ready to save your life
Hush little baby, just stay here,
Mama Mary’s gonna hold you sweet and dear.
Quiet little baby, just stay still,
Sherlock really loves you, and always will.
Hush little baby, don’t make a sound,
Uncle Moriarty’s got you now.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS ABOUT SUPERNATURAL AND I GOT REALLY SAD
THEN I GOT REALLY CONFUSED
THEN I GOT REALLY SCARED
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"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important."
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