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I stand here to admire thy beauty, But all of this seems to be a booty, Why I am I doing this duty? And who made this look fluty? Seriously, things here don’t look fruity. This place looked good, I always wished I could, But always I am forced to be covered by my hood, How long will this continue since I need to have my food? Anyway let me continue to split thy wood. I will smile, But only while at the aisle, To be there, is it just a mile? And to digest this, do I need more bile? Or should we take it to The Nile?