Cool as the copper
Cradle by crying
Flames forged in
Fruitful features
Fermented on
Changling chimeras
Of wit and willful Cunning
caring For nothing but nimble
Numeration
Cancellation
And incarceration
Of the feeble feelings
That figure the frailty
Into a flurry of faults
Here he hums
Abright as anthems
To the tingling taste
Pooling the pious
Into a praying paste
And rolling the ripe
To hear him heal
The very source of the caine
With inebriate pain
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