Legion of wagon basket fools;
Why thus thou deceit us all?
Harness to make the cotton wool,
porous in heighten swamp colour.
Hailing to beneath tall and cool;
grasping the glimpse of envisage sale,
thougher and thicker to whorl,
The enormous mountain of allay.
Why leaping to zip the floor;
Aren't composing thee to array disarray,
forth hath cometh sonorous downpour
to sabotage erstwhile arraign.
Perambulate flapping impeccable sun bright attire;
transporting hitherto sovereign
helter skelter, across all the house of satyr
seeking allegiance to claim reign.
Heaven help thee that are helpful,
Stephen is the only great matyr.
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