Media
The media's only thing we like sordelco for the pour
Where alcoves only pair theirselves for hocus pocus bhore
When all who watch heir listen more their cautions for alt time
Wear otius ferries for their trelves of cratious varied core
And take what honor's left in them
to traceous torried gore
When all that's left to face in them
is how or right they horror
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