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*birth Of The Word Ridiculous

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In each and every dropp of wind and stream of sand
I find your sovereignty and might sculptured in the space,
no one is worthy to bow except you, I did not hesitate rather
million times I agreed as I found none in your kingdom making
you second you are such an exceptionally powerful king,
the creator of all jokes, you order me to bow down
to the doll you made out of rugs, straight I amazed,
sternly I reject, too, out of my love for you,
me a bewildered cat in sotto whisper I ask
how you can ridicule me, my faith and your rules,

I curse the doll rather to be absurdly ridiculous,
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