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Round table, squared......
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sugary lips...
banana flips
an endless supply of sagely quips....
a veritable fount...
I've tried to keep count
but I've run out of fingers and toes....
so I'll mount
a higher hill....
a lower vale
would be fun.....
yet and still,
I'd be chasing my tail............
and some berries, I think they were sloes.........
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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