Beneath the'miasma! .' he was laid, he yelped, a king was born***/thus stand lofty and roister, emerged aye the great one***//balderdash it wasn't, following the radiant messenger, +hung in the dusk heavens***/a vantage i loll, relishing thy birth in sevens***//octet in thy name hum in praises***on a plumage i'll hang &flap as it pleases***/
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