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46 What? The spraying of a brimstone leader, Crying out his anguished tear. They're praying to a grindstone feeder. Weekly they express their fear. The fraying of the the brimstone leader, Trying out his angry spear. There preying on a flintstone bleeder, Rides weakly the express of Lear. Hearth is baying. Earth decaying. Worth his saying, "Birth is laying." The straying of the brimstone leader, Prying on his angling peer. Their laying of a mindstone cheater. Flying, we Kleenex press our rear. The graying of a brimstone leader, Frying in his aging beer. The playing of a limestone heater. Dying, we clean and press our gear. Richard C. Hayner 1972 ©
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