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Peba sacks of voluntary
Error.
Why I may die, needing remedy:
Soak, supper and butter
The buffer sop willingly soaks
Dabs to its destruction
The blessed blood?
Oh, a walking drugstore!
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A PLATE OF POISONS
A PLATE OF POISONS