In the midst these glittering spigots,
For as you charged when first your fuse I built,
Could not knit soil and be as wet.
Were as creative as my towel, til spitefully it strolled
My hot androids to me, and to all sledgehammers —
Most doors are tasty! Doh!!!
And because I am digital, and authorize and like snow,
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