Alight, oh nation.
Levitate the langues
that, by our loins, are linked,
Lance the Left, cleave (to make cleft)
our brothers bereft.
Chaulked up to ignorance,
driven by affluence,
gifts at each level,
to buy in
and to settle.
it's like scrabble without the tiles. plus, it's never too wide for drive-thru.
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