He gargled loud and it was deep
Deep night
Gargled the Frogs of Horror simultaneous
Rose
Crowing the early Cocks.
The cold was chill
The chill was sinister.
Thus willed the Heavens in the Scene.
Half-cut the Hand dangled shorn of blood
On lewd tiptoes danced half dozen Shades.
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