The anecdote is found in the thickets of myrtle,
take a handful; with a gun powdered nose,
the charlatans arose; salvaging fools gold,
indigent body; priceless soul,
binarual language; expressed ten fold
archaic stone cabinet; filled with odes
spread your arms; feel the flow.
catapult
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
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