Headlight fugue agues what I hight
When a hateful ape drives the lake-deep tricycle mind
Of a minder-needer in a man’s hide
I am not a mind reader, or am I? she winked.
My fearful review suffuses with barrenness who refuses to hide
Through embarrassment or some few motes of boldness
The mould-inducing, role-confusing toll my uncoated purview exacts
Any hart or hare it fuses to
Sags like a pallsied yew; a mummy’s rags askew
One life for the price of two
I am all the quicker to reconclude.
Alchemisland 
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