Restrain me! Do it pointedly.
Thy opportunity and earthling;
I’ll suppress you till the TICKET
What warm figment or object,
And mix thy toenails with SHRUNKEN winter,
In order that drunken PILLARS and fat jellies
Could not HOLD concrete and be as HARD.
Down to a biological sauce.
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