Well wall with nails embedded
One entrance, no exit
Leave you, Brexit
Jon Jones’ extended
Wing tip measured
Long arms my brand
Octopus wing commander
My pinion long lingering
Like I had metre sticks for fingers
My mind half Lynch half David Firth
A laughing sylph since day of birth
Born swaddled in cursed dirt
Hornswoggle I curse the earth.
Alchemisland 
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