Welcome to this little odd world
Where your words are without weight,
Where what you work writhes in its rate,
And want-ward wending impearled.
Behold! The grooves of fate unfurled
Beneath firmament so great!
Welcome to this little odd world
Where your words are without weight.
Don't ever give ear to the skirled
Unless you want this ill fate:
Letting the lies remasticate,
Malignance mordantly burled.
Welcome to this little odd world
Where your words are without weight,
Where what you work writhes in its rate,
And want-ward wending impearled.
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