I replied to the chalk of clouds and space,
For the board needed a clean place;
Open these doors to the common taste,
I am like chastity in the fullest cast, disgraced
After the food of a body in some sort of size,
This does need some sort of exercise.
I rely on the goings of a seeker who despises,
He does swear his other oath and agonises,
Then advice lingers towards the truth,
One sees a little face and the tooth.
One must be a sleuth that travels far and wide,
To see active members of the consulate aside.
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