Behind the guttered snipe
Lived a trove of tripe
They could not spell to save
The head quay that gave
A windowless pane
A triumphant reign
Go out to see that we are free
Tithe not thee for fear of bree
It wasn't thy presence
You gave no presents
A trunkless case
A sizzling face
Forward is the leap of joy
Empty is the pond of koi
He had nothing left
He was an empty cleft
A room without doors
A rain that always pours
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