alack mine think's slide

.
                               'tiz hampered 
                                     twixt'd

                          ooooh thuh storiez
                      each mine duke's digits
                                     would
                                   'pon slip
                                       spill
                             each their own
                                      tome

                                        e.g.
                                i reach'd 'low
                        whence        'witch'd
                                     warm
                                (((shnap)))

                                  thus thuh
                              bard      born'd
                                     were  
                                     this way
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