And enormously and suspiciously the stuff shrunk.
O please do not predict thusly,
Vex the interesting.
As living art thine, my calculating snow
And through the planet the poet forgets by
Began PATIENTLY to read and read, saying:
“O let not ‘wax’ pull you,”
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