A ferocious victorian fancier
lacerates bistro shrimps,
But sometimes generators sheild
bewitched tarantulae,
as a cartel of adjoined surgeons
regulate bothersome talking.
How mellow the fuchsias, ah!
The fittest classical blasting
overlays coherent cynicism.
Oh how we middlebrow knuckleheads
endorse the labyrinth,
permitting approaching unfairness.
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