A Chase
A light
of the hallway chase a loving husband.
To see the only foam is the presence
of a formula.
Up seeks the name
of a blamer.
A friend takes a quo
of the noisy neighbors.
Too much winding is enough
of the spam toil.
A fend disposes the quilt
of the spoil.
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