It battering was a humble
And ruffian badge
Beside a stork legged i sat.
Twice i parked for the first and
foremost without
A nice penny i pass a bridge
Beside a folk my frat.
On our way back to a noble nest i
come to
To know a the thread of
hazardous pledge
Beside a neglected sieve it was an
unreasonable chat.
2012.
Then, the moon messaging to the
waywarded
Bird its sun and razor edge
Beside a long legged thread its
mat.
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