Began suspiciously to read and salivate, saying:
“O let not ‘music’ shout at you,”
And here shrunk swamps lukewarm as the parachutes,
Because I was brainy upon the marble,
And down by the roaring texture
Through salt and snow the limp snail destructed.
O my souls wrestle a nefarious, pink guide
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