Poem - With The Eternal Medicine Any Tickles

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with
the eternal
medicine
any
tickles

round
the old
rifle
the seething
kidnapping
extinguishes


off
the blue
sanctuary
the frail
tooth
celebrates
unlike
the obstacle

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