MR draggle sitz with his drolly drones,
mumbling something about his shadow
not fitting throw his bedroom door.
MR draggle plays with his drolly drones,
then smiles in the mirror like a junky or
drunk on a low.
MR draggle putz away his toys, then lays
down with a book, and stairs at the cartoon
night light.
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