Whom perceived by others
blindned jaugernaught
Such pounding blows
to the head should
have since long rendered
most quite dead
As with all age caught up
thank God enough
such cracking of the egg
enough
Saith I no more
You have built your stores
stocked your shelves
filled bank bag
enough I beg
on what is left
of my back
Just tell me to my face
What do you want
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