Quite a tangle is a foot,
In the angle at the meddling
Melody of soot,
That in territory of trouble
Has bellowed vested lines,
Baring teeth at narrow rinds
Bitter in the backwards stumble,
Back to bowing
To the tallest humble.
Quite a tangle is a foot,
In the angle at the meddling
Melody of soot,
That in territory of trouble
Has bellowed vested lines,
Baring teeth at narrow rinds
Bitter in the backwards stumble,
Back to bowing
To the tallest humble.
Marvelous piece
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