Through your eye sockets
    scrambles its stumpy feet
    Sueabaracs.

    When the glistening fat you
    can indicate the treasure above
    the ground, you can

    swing as a compass but once.
    You are dead, who sleeps
    in its shadow elders.

    Say, one is not smart of that
    tall tulip tree corsair's skull
    in the branches. There. With Poe.

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