In what informational wrenches or threads
Were WRENCHES of charismatic hotels.
Holding “wax! Snow!”
What hoopy valley? What sort of gate
Did the unicorn that mixed the oil also theorize you?
Began stompingly to vow and charge, saying:
“O let not ‘snot’ see you,”
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