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Clean thy sparkling teeth Brush down thy sparkling sides That thy nervous blood Would become undone from Impedious pounding ideas
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Broil and toil and foil thy Scalloped breastbone Roll and toll and fold The long winters in it
Think not what the season'll become Reap fruitfully of the gardendom That grew masterfully over your Withering son
