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Style: FOREIGN POETRY/ Comb hair Shakespearian Titles: Friend Maker Clubby Monoxides Declubiness Stubbornness of a Monoxide Solo man Walktotirisis: Clanging a Bell as he goes With Wiper Sickness.


To: The King Most Holy.

Long, long ago in certain lanes,
I sang this song to many friends:

So many ways! So many ways!
My eyes shall choose the path I trace.

No, not my dear, the way is crook'd
And hilly, lined with several crooks.

Please, get a friend that will defend;
A costly friend that knows no end.

So, get a friend that will defend;
A costly pearl that knows no end.

I shout on dear, “A Good Old Friend
That knows the way that never ends.”

I beacon high; seek streets where light
Abound all nights, and never fright.

And not my friend, the silly hours
That charm the head from third-rate fiends.


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Style: FOREIGN POETRY/ Comb hair Shakespearian Titles: Friend Maker Clubby Monoxides Declubiness Stubbornness of a Monoxide Solo man Walktotirisis: Clanging a Bell as he goes With Wiper Sickness.

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