NO SUCH
HINT
NO
I DON’T GAME
CODE NO CODE GO
SIMILAR
same. Exegesis
note in the margin
broke and wholly wholly
aves the birds got work. So it’s
true him, with Hymn, Light UP
a Lyre to toast Tyr’s day higher
as Blue herself busses it
fast lanes driving right into
town
and We’re going to
Mr Manhattan to chew
duck fat, eat fries, dip
shakes toss tomatoe pies
weep tears of beer and
frown.
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