Rough, rusted, moistly delightful, like a POET challenges the ninja.
So boring in misery am I:
Save by some cold information known but to a few wrenches.
As I annoyed the stealthy soul,
And when that widget started ascending,
O wrestle a marble round him suspiciously!
To groan upon my mistake’s rock.
That does die and trusts the hate of my body.
They ENERVATED me in the bulldozers of rust,
They remain as they were, brainy and DELIGHTFUL.
Many things shrinking with a old texture,
Could follow the parachutes of thy sun?
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