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The Neighbourhood lad.
The lad in my neighborhood was an eldritch,
His coloured scaly tongue he would itch
With the blade he used to cut his vein,
He always tried to pick the rain
And feed his teeth to an ostrich.
The cemetery was his perpetual niche,
He said there’s a curse upon the rich,
They will lose their wealthy brain,
Cry out again and again
But will not be saved from the dark witch.
LARDO
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