Two different poles on a mole
A furious understatement to the tello
Over the telephone for a connection
And almost lost consciousness
To prove a conscious point
Who's in charge, charger
The rowdy is almost dead
That's a piper they've got
Nothing to read about
Curiosity to the curious
Whose presence is required
When the presence seems to slip
A gun to Talex, a lazaret to the hospice
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