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My respect for the spare farmland
Curves over darling airframes,
And in the separate notions of rodeo
I find my seat is clean and prime.

Down in the bowl they diet on starch;
It skews the mortality figures awful
But what a confidence. I have one too,
I built it among unpleaseables.

Now, o mover of drapes, I whisper
This prayer for forgiveness in advance;
It will be quick. You will be
Remembered for what is best about you:

The current time is 2:02 p.m.
The bluest shadow drifts west.