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A greener angle was sprouted,
 I see sight with a broader spectrum,
 And a soft voice without sound nudged me,
 Shooing away cracks and grating nows,
 Whose business of habit is to maintain
 Broodish residues,
 Heavy on hands which should make like
 A duck's feathers' aquadrysmile.

T. J. M. 91
Wonder Twins, make like...

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