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When her attire was grand
and she bade a purr if she'd kneel
that she was grave and joined in communion
with anesthesia she grouped a gown
though brilliant in blue here today.
Only whir less until she utter best
that her oath is for him more and more
and like friut prospers inherently in wine.

— The End —