No Tower of Babble Now
Good Morning Night Owl.
Why do we leave the light on?
Where the Lamp-post sheds its skin.
The Trumpet pours, the passion flour.
Our constitution is number 1.
A dustless preamble.
Borderline masonry must not crumble.
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