Crafted monkey razzle to its abode,
whilst mocking razzling wand,
which wield to drowsy-made,
horn hoot its toot's made,
it drowsed to drowsiness fade,
whilst anadiplosis attract word-made,
Razzling isn't eager to receive the first aid,
Whilst jumping to the air-mild,
Will it fall with the melt-bread?
No! Owning to God's made,
Accept the fate as your first aid.
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