An extraordinary guy with spindles
Worked in the main way to be caught with flies,
They physically endowed him
The skeleton of a fly, the same man
Flew in conflicts of conspicuous categories,
Stages had evolved with the man.
The sponge that drew him to death
Withdrew its aggression due to godly feelers
And tactile talented helpers.
The gruesome guy of a fly
Cherished the autumn with summer,
Some of us acted awesomely due to
Spindles given by the authorities of the cries.
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