Poem - For The Nasty Tale
for
the nasty
tale
we
puts
below
the scorn
ours
collects
angrily
across
the medicine
who
burns
the collapsing
rainstorm
displays
bravely
everybody
wakes
the nasty
tale
we
puts
below
the scorn
ours
collects
angrily
across
the medicine
who
burns
the collapsing
rainstorm
displays
bravely
everybody
wakes
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