Blather lather laundry day
Gaining items cleaning spray
Spouts and droughts and desert scorn
Wiling outward hurry mourn

Grief will never give a knife
To butter's warmer melty strife
Breaded wanted toasted shone
Smelling scented dovish clone

Will the wisp be warning light
Not if winning has its fight
Wonder wander wishful thought
Can we think: what have we wrought

Fiddle griddle pancake sticks 
Blinking out the eyeball tricks
Real is mealy mouthy moans
As our lucid dreams eke groans

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