Beady eyes looked out onto the field of vision,
Someone cried, shorter and longer were the shadows;
Locked into a storeroom, other senses quickly returned,
Fitting the behaviour of the past and future.
He was worth eating, worthy of praise as a taste
To the eyes, and the ears will feel hearings of taste.
He swallowed himself, and all the food was hard,
Yet someone cried and fell aghast at the nonsense.
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