Something has stolen all my thoughts
And voiced, "This twaddle wil not do,
You will not write another word
Until your wires you unscrew!
Now take you hence and seek abroad
In restful pastures and renew
Your aching, puddled, wearied mind
Then I will give them back to you."
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