Though 'twas grimsly as the goomday's gabble
Twilight wither to flish a wave
Oh woe tis I!
To show in flobe
For I know not that which I were
But lo I see a gambly man
With monies plenties, yes it can
And so with glee,
to him I flee
And shabe wee is the steeler's shanq
Now so thoust sait yourself to thee
Pray, what be this I fingry read?
But ponder your mind
And heart on it
Tis not a poem, but a piece of sh_t
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