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The single born

The single born,is like cowslip Blooming freshly In a winter-garden Potent and virile aside Waiting for watering can To water it and avail coolly. The single born,fled rivals away Boon blithely in a bullion Just as the only Navel in the quarter Buffet his ticks stilted Wailers remains silence Instead of I from galore. The single born, you're parent's gaze Tried of them to see you smile, Alacrity! Always stuck you onto orthostatic Loudly "you are vile, Pal of shadows men and boys, Winter -man... The giant Astro; Who twinkles on everyone's ego Different that of throngs" The single born, you're mild, And fresh cinnamon.

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