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Html validation, a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k

My ode to the horn froze halfway through its closing tags, and thawed, disastrously, at dinner.

Specimen notes: Html validation, a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k

Expected
This page validates clean.
Issue
html_validation
Status
200
Canonical
this page
A horse drinking at a fountain while the water pours out of its missing back half.
Fig. 14. The specimen, drawn from life.

My gray mare could read, a fact I kept from the neighbors. She liked poems and hated sums. Once she found a spelling error on a road sign and refused to pass. We stood there for two days until the king himself sent a painter with a brush and a humble note.

Seawater tastes of salt because of me. I spilled a pouch of it on a ship near Sicily, and I threw a pinch over my shoulder for luck. It was a very large pinch. The whole Atlantic turned briny by supper, and the cod have been cross about it since.

Chinese masons were short one brick on their long wall, and I happened to have one in my coat. I pressed it into the gap at sunset. The entire wall settled with a sigh. The Emperor made me a mandarin, and I still get a small sum each year.

Pisa had a straight tower until I leaned on it to fix my shoe. I heard a small creak. Nobody else saw, so I tipped my hat and strolled away. The town has since made a good living from my bad habit, and I have never asked for a share.

Oysters at Ostend.