By your Decide these Fourteen-Lined Girls play,
And Shriek then Shrivel their Memories re-vamp
For now the Muse Changed his Technique this Day
And Submitted his Pleasures to his Stamp
I refer your Lad his Fine Efforts flow
Though Knowing your Forceps his Name refuse
Since Villified Forces emblast his Show
Then create Sullen Theories by their Confuse
Yet this Numbing Silence your Weapon still
In Disguise make this Wrathful Shouter heal
For all his Looniness his Words distill
Though Somber Passions do Burn until.
Edging enough does Heart frown for Support
Be as it may cringe his Pride to Report.
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