Euphuistic
Euphuistic
Does you hand wad
Neither shoe burned into
A railroad spike
At night
I temper sound
Minds get rudes
Tellers often worry
On locations, and plenty
If we ain't prepared
Progress ain't caught wind
Chairs and snakes
Like hauntmares
No saddles
Give me no rides
I felt no bumbs
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