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my life, could i chew it out.
so i can forget the cuds of the ghostly,
the deadly and happy,
dome and my home, dad pray i roam,
the inexhaustible labels of it fall,
my name plastered on the wall, think i but none
many took me fun, in my toddled ninny,
all i do is forget the transverse to my God i canvass.