They’ve been sizing themselves UP in a clandestine mirror while, Simultaneously.. his eyes cry
At the pace of a thousand upside down SmIleS per hour.
And even if they can and shall and should and CAN.. muster together a song to be trained and treasured, then…

THAT is WHEN- the distant and dozens of denizens of paintbrush WILL rush, the pen will SPRINT, their utensils will BrEaThe LIVIDLY again!

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