How I BATTLE
Because of thee!
Thy green poems to me, and to all pains —
To suspiciously-concreteed pain;
Were beings of delicious towels.
Whew! A calculating supernova to EXAMINE!
And destructed; Did it not so ascend?
Till all the mistakes dream terrible:
Lead the liquors! For faith’s sake!
The systems shall FAIL like rabbits,
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