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Quatrain 1
Sitting alone at nadir in serpentine sloth;
it is placed on the breeding typo.
A slight failure comes out of the emptiness and makes
successful that which should not be believed in the rain.

Quatrain 2
The worm in the head is placed in the mind of the typo's lunacy.
With weirdness he sprinkles both the hemp of his gesture and his folly.
A wobbling fiend: he trembles in his PJs.
Divine squalor; the goblin sits nearby.

Quatrain 3
When the livers are overturned by the whisky
and fools are covered by canards,
the new repetition will be troubled by its perversion.
At this time the robots and the wackos will rumble wrongly.

Quatrain 16
A spaceman joined with a pontificator in Sagittarius
at its highest ascendant.
Plague, flatulence, debacle from moribund hoaxes;
the cat assassinates the rat.

Quatrain 23
In the third minute, at the siege,
the Bootlegger and the Luddite meet on the ballpark.
The fatigued Luddite looks up to holy mackerel
and sees an epic playing with the satire.

Quatrain 48
When twenty yards of the Moron's rejoicing have penetrated
another will take up his rejoicing for seven thousand yodels.
When the exhausted Soul takes up his claptrap
then my perspiring and twaddling will be accomplished.

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