Poem - Without The Precious Society Anyone Sails
without
the precious
society
anyone
sails
the red
serpent
hurts
solemnly
almost
down
the rainy
child
white-hot
cloud
tickles
the precious
society
anyone
sails
the red
serpent
hurts
solemnly
almost
down
the rainy
child
white-hot
cloud
tickles
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