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Just a nonsensical rambling, or is it
Where is the song that shines the light,
Hides away all things with fright.
Where is the listless, epitomized flea,
Scrunching nibbles and a head to plead.
Where is the after, when its’ begun,
Wandering along with a glass of fun.
Where is the canny, devious bee,
Blissfully unaware that the swatter has come.
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