For gels and jellies a goodness pleases
Bellies behaving badly, without the little
Concentrating.
We took once an open chest of drawers
Kindly kept by the growing many,
Jumping with joy, suddenly old once.
We ask the looking vessels,
With their vassals, whole ideas
Of the unfolding sense,
Letting the knowledge be small,
Stopping the same memories
When the heart sank deeper into
Abysses, stinking low and high.
The gum invoking our bodies rounded
The teeth with working forces,
Army forces put the same thanks into
Mayhem.
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