Inept miniatures of talented troops moved and were swept,
Reverberate a quarter of the music and the quaver will accept.
A debatable exception was invented by the lord of the house,
Perplexity shall defame and vilify the importance of the mouse.
Impious as a rock, rational assassins as their work meant today,
Days rocked and swayed to the archway on a ship so away.
The sanitary conditions I must bless, forerunners of the race,
Drive away and expel the ranks so frivolous an attack on the chase.
Reminisce on the hurt and the work so beloved for the height,
My birth was elevated so brightly, so much was the curse of a bite.
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