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for as the story is the truth of buried in the News,

the best of last is knowing fax that tumbler on the Ski,

to Swiss the cheese that Smile needs to be familiar Snot,

a pig in the swine of the World and it's Signed.

Craft the Cruise to barren Minds that only liken Shite,

ask the blank for a flank and it delivers Blunty Ranks,

a poet captain on the shank talking chains get a spank,

for whip the arm with more than yarn a Spools in the Threads.

Pastel group of running Flinch that surprise in Look away,

the picture speaks a thousand words just put the Print in read,

match it with his declare for reading is his Witnessed stare,

gosh the yawn with all the Form the from becomes an Interests storm.

But that's All Right I know it Is the back to blast of future hatch,

just the string of guitar bring will Nelson me to Gibson's Tree.

Guts to spin the metal hymn on Saltie shoulders throw to lo,

strap that Shoulder of your Harp for the symbol it's a start,

as the Foot is bare and most certainly in the Park.

Grand central with the phone as tea Zones on the smoke,

lungs with sounding mighty grown have backed the ever yoke,

collar on the simple shlong oh wait the Pillar has got,

primary word to use with strength as the wait is merely link a Lens.

The Ours Of Lead Time