Play that accordion like your genes know what to do.
Because they do.
And you 
must know
Slices and thrices and how about that
the pizzas and piazzas and top o' the hat.
I'm sure that your way 
will always be walked
as surely as habit 
savannahs are stalked.
Snack bite? 
Continuity bias?
Don't call it a rum track
that suit never fit.
Sweetness and greatness
they throw off their snits.

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