As they caught the main stream
He rose in fire and main streem
With an eye upon the wheel
Registrations at desk
To send out a cup of establishment
A couple of phrase
The result of his length
There were no wolves at desk
Registration shall he be
A commerce apprentice
Your arm to the night – a thought day
Whose veranda shall carry to envy
A postilition who had tumbled
Ignorant to tendency
They thought their own share
To the right, there was no path
Messengers had passed
Variety as entertainment
A pencil upon the writer
Established commerce
An explication requires
Commerce established
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