Glancing backwards the words did fall
Unable to cross the canyon’s wall
While holding a candle who’s light was small
Up jumped a cantankerous foolish phrase
Not wanting to miss the ensuing race
Its verbiage was weak so it fell on its face
Now linguist are laughing at the foolish race
Eliminating all sacrilege with a blank space
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