THE prattles drip,
the drip prattles,
the babbles, babble,
and the whole thing skips
and hitz the fan,
still the prattles are pist
at the babbles, and a simple
im sorry wont do,
so the prattles have a plan,
to dropp a prattlebomb on the
babbles,
but the whole thing skips
and hitz the fan, leaving
the prattle, and babbles,
to themselfves......
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