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Trod this Verse to first the burst in Avail the branch spoke pail bent to handle the Popular trail,

sign the Post as the growth of learn to the Task of the brush in fact,

a pencil on the lead too the Pen of the dale in the Stanza of a frame the Farmer asked of grain,

on the plant of the Row to the drain as the joe fro in the Field of the know the Country told to joke,

placate with no harmony accept the brig ford Over Seas in this the Sill will being to the fever of the Ki, in the dust of the fire on the platform in retire the Song will be drowned with all the Tire,

up On the Engine smoke did bellow as the blanket warned of Crust these smalls in fragments bite.

Jaws like wrists the cling went Lance the cage of Plenty to the read in bets,

trouble not the Counter grade as the curvature is lens to the Scene of all that green,

flip that Coin to Tusk an fold on the Ivory of the snow no wait I believe it's Piano theme`d,

perfect Tell to Pan the Shill in the Flute of rats at scheme yes to Chicken on the Wing,

so that familiar with Moon as Jeans just like nothing the shot was bean,

chalk the walk as much to rock the grub of the bug that you did Jug.

Rhythm with this beet in gum a Rubber Tree while the garden dumbs,

the ache of cramp to the Orion Quell grant it pepper in the starlights Sigh,

breeze that Or with Meteor in the comet to the floor fast the breathing fires core,

once upon a Story Fell in the Origin of the skill a toss of more than a Sum charred,

the bar & quit a come.

Just a bit of golden thread spinning Art with the fay bull a Match in product came,

not in the turn of grab as the last is in the lap on the top of fingering crab to Net bake,

boil Bole watch the shop at the stable of the Cot is the latch that Halters rock in closed,

the bedding of the Sheet & nail in the hoof of pick a graze Arise my longer for the Rein,

in this room of Tack to hunch ask the Hug that never grunts to the Ply of draft core scrunch.

With thee Yard of Fouse in sand know thy Countenance of the Ran in the sing of All Ways lan,

the day to Age on beat a dot on the i of Junk to rot the barrel in the Penguin lot Tale Jock,

Avenue with worth and loo thank the good to climb the Plu in this ride the outer realms a Stu,

Open lungs tree breath my glands trust the finch in back ski punch a Hum in friend of Birds.