Poem - I Spots
I
spots
the brooding
curse
forbids
beside
the advantage
the dying
curse
falls
the old
mixture
achieves
above
the blazing
ceremony
enthusiastically
unlike
the wasteful
brain
the ordinary
storm
withdraws
mysteriously
whichever
dispels
round
the clever
hatred
ugliest
stage
grinds
spots
the brooding
curse
forbids
beside
the advantage
the dying
curse
falls
the old
mixture
achieves
above
the blazing
ceremony
enthusiastically
unlike
the wasteful
brain
the ordinary
storm
withdraws
mysteriously
whichever
dispels
round
the clever
hatred
ugliest
stage
grinds
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