The First Folly

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THE FIRST FOLLY / THE SEVERANCE NEST


The sway of stiffen a'bristle...

The dismay of severance a'nestle..


So thy walk be aright; demons' terror - they face a'whey in affright..


Fire'd the first volley now, have we? 


Know much over brunch; a true braincrunch! 


Fire'd the first folly, have we?


Fight a'fist, narratives thus twist, over many a'molly...


To toy or to toil, inevitably my plans shall foil a feigned retreat... a'back to the passage hidden; a backwards halt over malt...

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