words don’t play with fools
as a renascent fairest
made of sparrow glass
surpasses the plate
silver at service the night
unheard underlay’n
the kitchen crickets
strewn thee the aloft lately
why sir the stirring
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ayaladn 
Why stir the sirs?
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an’ clockwise miss…he’ll be risin’
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