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Disputatious, Deeble

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Fairies weave their garments. Out of the purple and rose of old memories

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Beetles must use polish

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Frenzied furries, batting, brawling, sprawling, calling, caterwauling, through the dusty halls

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10 billion crows with crakilling Bills

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That rotten egg
Jumped off its plate

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...for it left behind its footprints that are size nine-fifty-six

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Fairies weave their garments out of the purple and rose of old memories

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I followed knowing days don't do exactly do what you would like them to do

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"Hanging by a hair"

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Nobody loves me

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It hovers at the peak of flight almost past my range of sight.

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At the peak of light almost out of sight

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And moth-like stars flickered out.

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I followed knowing days don't do exactly what you would like them to do

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at least a year of very painful practice.

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To our lines still hanging by hair

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Sing a song of popcorn when the snowstorms rage fifty little men in a cage shake till they laugh and leap crowding the top. POP! POP!

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The zebra asked me

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to our lives still hanging. By a hair.

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You need to have an iron rear to sit upon a cactus, or otherwise a year of very painful practice.

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Will their really be morning

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Or otherwise, at least a year of very painful practice