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These words; Scribbles of an untrained hand; Thoughts of an unlit mind; Transposed unrefined to these pages. Certainly these scribbles; Shall of the literate stomachs, turn. Capabilities; of a *****habilis and a homo sapien Who compares? These scribbles Like the stars at night When the sun goes into hiding Lights up an already dark sky If ever of these trashes men behold; Against the scribbler; of no grudge hold

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