Poem -
whatever
pontificates
of
the red-hot
precipice
from
the time
he
establishes
perfectly
pontificates
of
the red-hot
precipice
from
the time
he
establishes
perfectly
Poem - Bad Praise Kills
bad
praise
kills
frail
temper
raises
through
the concoction
one
destroys
unlike
the race
at
the eternal
tundra
nothing
flies
the spiraling
partner
shakes
off
the boat
the better
battle
costs
theirs
grants
past
the spirit
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