Haggard baracudary
Unscrupulous centrifugalry
The three pot stand
On tripartite, my cries
Like insecticide and flies
Though in-between lies
A phlegmatic brain
Crushed by the rain
Of a time zone slice
Obvious racist of factual
Thesis. A cold war actual
Of artillery intellectual
From north; Europe
End south, Africa hope
We mash, blend, cope
Such repatriate
Of undulate
A words that cremate
I the fragile Berlin gate; cage
Like egg full crate; no wedge
Swing in ignorance; knowledge
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