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"We were in the souvenir / Kiosk behind the throne room / The arrow in my compass began / To quiver, solemn colonels slicing key / Limes into keys into a tureen of wastetoid / Pukes lightly slapped with a platelety / Lasagna by the white hand of a handsome / Waiter in a battalion of balls / On a billiard table loaded w eternally / Tween thoughts reconstellating / The diamond sense of genocide's very / Worst ideas."