The largest hook
Gone mad
Then fastened tight
Oh what a factor
Swimming the tainted solitude
How he calmly explained
The difference
And it surely made sense
And the first tulip came
Mistaken for trash
Tho the lord had warned us
Still well killed
Before arrival
I write to you
A soapy cleanse
A deception
To apease the angry crowds
Who's patience buries deep in the dirt of decay
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