Idols line the kitchen like a Shinto shrine far from Tokyo central
If you knock at my address, you better introduced yourself
Say out loud who sent you before I send you out west
Leave the best of you a mess on the lino, mop the step
Like I’m expecting carol singers and harbour notions
I’m down at the harbour waiting on deliveries, ocean’s motion
I’m going to fix the addicted an admix, potions meet a monthly quotient
Down the lodge on Molesworth to restate my oaths.
Alchemisland 
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